Just Like That Bird Poem by Dónall Dempsey

The stolen kiss
in the vicar's rose garden
when we were left
all alone

when he went to write
Sunday's sermon
('I hope that you...don't mind? ')
And an invisible bird
turned all the world
into song.

And his wife smiling: 'I hope
you don't mind if I...answer the phone? '
Her laughter
like fine bone china

tinkling from
another room.
That stolen kiss
was like you took each disc
from my back bone

(my Kundalini shivered)
cleaned and polished
each one 'til they shone
& put it back again
into my spinal colum
& the I
of me

glowed
into sheer elation
taking my skull
in your delicate fingertips
tidying my thoughts
up a bit
tighting the screw that
was loose
(you always knew)

& placed
it just so
(I almost didn't know
my self)
...'til it(& I) were perfect

just as the footfall
of the vicar's wife
appeared & apologised
enquired
(as if the world
turned on tea)
'More tea
...anyone? '

And we said: 'No thank you! '
'And we think we ought to be going! '
I still
dazed
(amazed)
at that kiss
turning
the world into song
just like that bird!