claim for me your tattered soul
that leads your form to wander, soft,
on bare feet to the window's light
(to shroud your curves in barest light)
that I should send dark prayers aloft
to be with you, and play a role,
of conquered and the conqueror:
the paramour you can't forget,
who brought his heart without remorse
to walk your life like challenged course,
and share with you, without regret,
a passion damned forevermore.
allow me all that I desire
and I will share a summoned fire.


copyright William F. DeVault