' ' ' ' ' Recital Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Talking & laughing
in bed

my hand innocently
between your legs

I nonchalantly
tap out

with nimble fingertips

Tchaikovsky’s
1812 OVERTURE Op.49

complete
with cannons

which, somehow
tickles your fancy.

I, then
conduct you through

a series of sparkling
renditions

of various popular
Classics.

POLOTSVIAN DANCES
with its awesome chorus

CARMINA BURANA
in all its magnificent madness

The RADETSKY MARCH
with its joyful swagger

before ending up
with your own

personal favourite

Khachaturian’s catchy
SABRE DANCE

My fingertips a blur
glistening with syncopation

you in particular
loving the peculiar

wild trombone
slide

and all those
delicious descending
little tickly notes

that leave you
panting in repose


all


played


out.