Dónall Dempsey Poems

I kiss you
on the lips.

You cry.
...

I kiss
both your wrists

(gentle chains
...

Sounds of suburbia

the crazy mad drone of a bee
...

You
choose to

kindly
...

Frightened by the storm
he crawls under

his mother’s skirts
...

This hand
that holds

my hand
...

Caught in the sudden
downpour

soaked to the skin
...

The shutter’s click
gathers the sunlight

softly sifting it
...

“Kiss me there...
there oh &

... there!
...

You giggle
delightedly

as I
...