Sleeping On The Floor Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Sleeping On The Floor

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My right arm
is your pillow.

My left arm
thrown like a sash
over your shoulder.

We lie together.

You in a bed
made entirely of me.

I…your cover.

In the dark
a pair of happy smiles

only revealed
as the candle blossoms

throwing light
around like laughter

not caring that
we have no furniture.

Sunday, January 27, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: caring
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Scarlett Treat 04 February 2008

Who needs a bed...when love is the pillow, the matress and the cover?

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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