Being There Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Yes, I admit
I love the living

flesh
of you

how it
shapes itself

into breasts
& other

delicious
bits of you*

I love you
down to the bone

kiss your radius
a clavicle

(the other clavicle)

cupping your patella

I stroke at first your left
and then your right femur.

I love
(when I enter you)

how you tense
your metacarpal arch.

I love you down
to your very last strand of

DNA

this the very
essence

of you & who
you are.

I love you down
to the very soul of you

the young & old
of you

the who you’re
going to be

the who you always are.

I love the very fact
that you exist

& are here
present


in this
kiss.



*To go into these at this time would only impede & hold up

the flow of the poem so you will have to use your imagination or just guess...I guess!

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This started with a kiss…the playful kiss of lovers delighting in the least detail of each other…from an eyelid to the hair on a head.


“Kiss my eyebrow…kiss my other eyebrow…which eyebrow do you like most? The…eh…left? The left…oh(pout) …what’s wrong with the right? Nothing…nothing...on another night it might just well have been the right! Kiss my eyelids … kiss my clit...kiss my metacarpal arch...kiss my bones...kiss my soul...kiss my...etc., etc., etc., ”

and so on and so on and so forth...in the playful intimacy of loving

...what lovers do being silly in an ecstasy of each other!



It may seem stupid after (or from afar) but at the time it blows the mind and mixes sex with love with lust with laughter…always...a potent mixture! A heady brew of the me and you of it all.



Oh! I can’t explain you would have had to have…been there!