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

Your Body Is A Foreign Country

I really miss

the little hollow of your neck
where sighs collect
when kissed with kisses.

The kind of place
you would revisit

if a tourist
of your body.

Maybe not the main attractions...
...maybe not the well known sites

(a little off the beaten track...perhaps) ?

But

the little hollow of your neck
where sighs collect
when kissed with kisses.

keeps me...

(Like the swallows returning to Sorrento)

keeps me...
keeps me...

coming. . coming back.

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Comments (4)

You have such a lovely and loving touch and your emotional landscape is rich and strange...even the littlest moment is transformed in your hands and this is just beautiful. You are a magician and can transform ordinary words into beautiful things as you cross the frontiers of your imagination. Superb! love Dee Dee
I read this two times, because at first, the 'when kissed with kisses' struck me as a little reduntant, but after the second time, I heard it, like a song, the rhythm would be off without the 'kisses' - and then it struck me as very effective, very sensitive - as my fiance, Ben, knows & loves this place on me, too. Nice read, Donall. Welcome aboard.
i predict a lot of people coming back to read your stuff mr d. lovely to read.
The more I read, the more I want! ! Wonderful love poetry, good for a sigh or a sweet rememberance!