City of Legends

Tired of reading love poems about the woman I adore, worship, admire and trust above all others in my experience and imagination? Then I suggest you leave now…

sparks and sandals

I want to strike a spark
my steel to your flint
without a hint of regret,
remorse or (of course) the stark
illusions I have drawn before
in smoke and mirrors
that made tricks of a light
that gave no heat
that bore no fruit
that held me not aloft

so I was to fail and fall.
all I ever wanted was someone
who fit me like Jesus sandals
made by hand and shaped to fit
by the waters in which they’d been dipped
a baptism of self-discovery
so you knew what you had to offer
to the love gods, in barter for a kiss
that meant something more and all.
I have walked long to find you.

William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.