In arms entwined like hearts to fall
when no longer stands each fabric wall.
we sheathe our warmth in...sin held at bay
by gossamer conspiracies.
Your bare back against my hand as I guide you towards
not only the corners of the room, but to a conclusion
that will conclude later, and never,
locked in your heart, your mind, your diary...
to be read fifty years from now with a shocked smile
by your grandchildren...


copyright William F. DeVault (wfdv)