Love Is At Hand Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Love Is At Hand



I look at the place
on my body

where your hand was
...is:

your imagined hand
as real as the real hand

if not...realer.

Alive with memory
glowing with the pleasure

of knowing
that in just another hour

it will be there
...again!

All through the day
your touch

has never left me

Only metamorphises from real
to imaginary to real

...yet again!

Even in your absence
I am always

touched by your presence

...darling!

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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