This Blob Of Love(For Janice) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Sometimes
we fall asleep

(mid) (cuddle)

&
Love

(gently teasing us)

leaves us
thus:

your foot on my shoulder
nuzzling into my ear

my outstretched hand
lost between your legs

cradling carefully
your sex

my head tucked under
your oxter

my thigh
curled around your waist

a kinda Kama
Sutra gone horribly wrong

as if we had slowly
melted together

congealed
& cooled

into this...this
creature

all arms & legs
in wrong & awkward
positions

a something
(or other)

created by the Chapman Brothers

as if a child
had drawn us…badly

all wrongly

this blob
of love

still recognisably
human

still just about
us

an “us”
in love.