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.

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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