Making A Clean Breast Of It Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Making A Clean Breast Of It

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Nakedly your nipples
stare at me

seeming to follow me
around the room

(like the eyes of paintings
or icons do)

daring me
to ignore them.

“Hey big boy....over here! ”

Finally I
can hardly
stand it

...any longer...

hungrily devouring them
with eye...lips...teeth & tongue!

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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