heels

heels

black tiles beneath heels click
click click click click click
as you walk through one door
and look for the next
next next next next next
until you arrive where
you always knew you were supposed to be


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
Inspired by a precognizant memory of couer rage.

fidelis(terminus VI)

fidelis(terminus VI)

I would rather kiss you than make love with any other woman,
for that would violate my sacred vow and how could I live
knowing that what I was given as a grace and gift was set aside,
if even for a moment, for reasons and treasons I could not defend?
you are friend, to be sure, but pure and higher passions spend
their heat in units of a thermal, dermal demand I will command
only to your chariot of joy, harnessing the beasts of Apollo
and the winds I have brought from the high desert, blue as midnight
green as your eyes and black as lies revealed when unsealed
from the damning pride that tried their best to keep me from heaven.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

from the thorns

The alchemy of my heart burns so hot and bright it is difficult to reach into the crucible and draw out the molten glass words that usually flow slow but of their own accord.

This one arrived in the palm of my hand when I contemplated my beloved, just moments ago. The glow is still white-hot and plastic.

from the thorns

How curious and furious
this revelation in revelled elation.
Beauty born, like diamonds and jet,
in the heart of fires that supposedly
would consume all to admire; a higher
purpose, a proposition juxtaposed
to make, from the thorns, a rose.
I marvel at this and kiss the wind
where we have twinned from the solitude,
with gratitude and grace as I face
a future with a heart heavy only with hope.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

Expect, after review and approval from my brilliant and brisant love, a major shift in my presence on the web.

Expect surprises.

open note

Open letter to a certain lurker:

How could you have been thinking about her "yesterday" when our logs show you visiting her blog and mine 10-20 times a day. Sounds a little more like you were thinking about her every day. Several times.

Sorry, man. You may hate me, and with every right, and I will not stop you from looking around or saying your mind, but there is a reality at work here, realize this. I would if I were you, as I would accept her at her word and wish for her the best.

But I believe I understand your obsession.