The Word Was Made Flesh(For Janice) - Poem by Dónall Dempsey
He touches the text
with his fingertips...longing
to touch her body.
At last lost in an embrace
they...do what...the text...had said.
Hi Jan...just a little thank you tanka from not only your man but your biggest fan. See you soon love! 16.33 on Tuesday the 9th of the 10th in the year of our Lord two thousand and eight. God! Ya can't get more specific than that!
Oh...it's now 16.34! Gotta go to pick ya up at Waterloo station...when I'm with you..I'm...in paradise!
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