(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' In The Here Of Now

I love your mouth & it's
treasure trove of kisses

how your breasts
fondly tease my hands

with their curved
caresses

forcing themselves
into my open palms

thrusting through
groping fingers

a dance of nipples

how your curvature
makes me sigh

in an algebra of you
where X = Y

tangling & un-tangling
my senses

in a delightfulness
of deliciousness

& how
here

in your deepest
mystery

all is
revealed to me

how here
in the sins of our flesh

Hosanna'd
Halleluiah’d

we are
nothing but

holy
holy

holy!

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Comments (2)

Oops, pardon, here 'in the here of this now' a couple is making really love - i leave it tiptoed :)
This is a lovely poem, Dónall! I especially like the way 'breasts fondly tease my hands' and 'a dance of nipples'! So erotic and true to life! xxx Jan