Asks if I am
looking up her skirt.
Then asks
why not.
“I see...! ”
I say
“Want to see some
more? ”
She smilingly entices.
“Oh, I do...I do! ”
I blurt out as if I were
marrying it.
She displays herself
in all her lovely lusciousness
as if she were
presenting a precious
treasure.
I gasp.
“Gasp! ”
“Fine...so...fine! ”
I manage to exclaim.
“Is that all? ”
says she.
“No...! ”
says I.
“Faighin! ”
is the Irish for it.
“May I now
kiss the bride? ”
I ask.
“You are divine! ”
she whispers
so softly
even I can hardly hear
only understanding
by reading
her lips.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YOU are divine, Mr. Dempsey...for the way you handle love poems...nothing too high faluting...just love, pure and simple, oozing, dripping, pouring from each word. Now, I have to go smoke a cigarette...and I have been quit for a long, long time! !