Dónall Dempsey Poems

The bed groans
as we moan

(there is a whole lotta
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She was a good Catholic girl
wanted to be a nun at thirteen

but then – ran away with
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The words
come to me

demanding to be
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He wouldn’t come out
of the closet

though she shouted
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Enamoured(both)
with her new tights

their silky shiny sheer denier
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Her voice
caresses him in Japanese

the syllables
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You were a 5th
season

where only love
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Almost too young
to remember...anything

I remember
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I gaze
with amazement

at Bacon's basement
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Water remembers you
falling now on your sleeping face

waking you from dreams
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