Dónall Dempsey Poems

We go
to kiss

& just
...

Naked
as a statue

you stand
...

I watch you
sleeping in the mirror

& touch
...

I step into
the old photograph

& again
...

Remember racing
to the top of that hill

as we seemed to climb
...

We lie together
head to head

dreams wander
...

Twisted crooked man
little as a leprechaun

tin whistle
...

I sit
inside
me.
...

You pad across
the white tile floor

almost animal
...

Time
looking tense

puts us
...