Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,356 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Hot Stuff - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

So, hot:
even the stones sweat

& the road
unpeels

it self

as if it were having
second thoughts

about being a road
in the first place.

It clings to our footsteps
reluctant to let it go.

I hold your hand
in mine

droplets of sweat dribble
down your arm into my palm.

Kisses sliding off
our lips

refusing to stick.

“Sh*! ...it’s hot... is it not? ”

“Yeah, sure is...sure is! ”

Us
in total
accord

but hot
too hot.


Comments about Hot Stuff by Dónall Dempsey

  • (4/16/2008 10:26:00 AM)


    Bodies sliding off one another...sweat puddling..dripping off the end of our noses..
    Oh, yes! Summertime in the South! ! I know it well....
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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 7, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, May 12, 2008


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