Sunday, October 31, 2010

To Irish Cathleen

O sensual beginnings
! Whispers in ears
shhh. Why not be
with me as waves lap
where we lie and walk
you home and I back
to smell your body
smell, remember lips
kissing mine, gulls
strutting by
where we lay
O love!
your life with mine . . .
If the lake were clean
fish would leap up
and you would laugh
then help them back
where they thrive
and I always lived
even though I’m here
where sun
turns to snow
as there rain
and nothing’s changed.

(8 October 2010)

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