White Sunday 126: claim

you have claimed me, tamed me.
I am yours.  bound and delivered,
my life is to your will and whim, free
am I given, with no coin bartered
for that which is yours, by right, true.
I would lay such claim to you, in time,
as you have asked and tasked me to
make of you mine own, not just in rhyme
and meter, but in soul and only skin
to fill the corners of our hollow shells,
shared and dared and bared to sacred sin
in ways never before, heavens and hells
fallen to our passion and affection,
my commitment to you approaching perfection.


William F. DeVault.  all rights reserved.