The Ashes Of Your Kisses Poem by Dónall Dempsey

A half smoked cigarette
a sandwich with only one bite
an half-eaten apple
all blessed with
the lipstick kiss

of your mouth
that I now
hunger for.
I take all these
magical items

burn them
try to conjure
you
by them
(an alchemy of you)
but I am
still
left alone
with only

the memory of your kisses
crawling all over
my nakedness
transforming me
into pure pleasure
left with nothing
now
but the ashes
of your kisses.