Dónall Dempsey Poems

You look
lost

all at sea
...

So eager
to divest ourselves

of our outer garments
...

After we make love
you dress.

Simply slip
...

MY LAGAN LOVE

Snow falls
in the outside world
...

We grin & grimace
dropp candle wax onto our fingertips

as the storm
...

The storm
grabbed the horizon

shook it ‘til it
...

Making bread
we go to bed

resting
...

Your nipples
like flying saucers

land on the tips of the tops
...

You cry out
in your sleep

a little cry
...

For yea
thou art my dear

a lady
...