Saturday, April 29, 2006

opening lines for a new poem

I want a wanton
something feral at my own peril
not sterile of passion and desire
the higher the fire the purer the myrrh.

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

note this is a just a fragment...

current working title: attar with no wilt, to the hilt

2 comments:

HL said...

What did you say got under your kilt?

William F. DeVault said...

Nah...kilt isn't quite...there.

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