Doux Présent Du Présent

Poem By Dónall Dempsey

Doux présent du présent

her lover's hands
the smell of
orange peel

as he enters her
the moon
throws off her clouds

as if written into the script
a falling star
she wishes this moment forever

she wears
his shirt
the smell of him

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