To The Ends Of The Earth Poem by Dónall Dempsey

After our first
kiss

we spend
the next month

in bed

leaving only to wee
or make a cup of tea

unwilling
unable

to leave the haven
of the Heaven

of each other’s
embrace

forgetting why it is that
humans wear clothes?

Existing only on endless
tin after tin after tin of assorted soups

living a life under siege
until the rations ran out.

Our bed
a raft

Love...
setting us adrift

on an endless ocean
of Time & timelessness

day & night
ceasing to exist

hours & minutes
vanishing

into an ether
of tenderness

lost
in each other’s arms

(not even returning mobile telephone calls...ever!)

Love laughing
at us floating

under an hot sun
of sex

shipwrecked us
almost delirious

(reluctant to be rescued)

carried by cuddles
& conversations

laughter & lust
trust & devotion

to the ends of the earth

the ends of
the earth

ends

of

the

earth.

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And here's Janice's take on the problem of having to go back into real life in September..... practical as always.....

I have a plan.
Why should I not lie forever
in the circle of your arms?
Leave the world’s stream?

Can’t we lie here forever?
While outside the window
the world wheels round,
daylight dawns and fades,

sunlight flashes up and dies in season,
rain falls softly or storms,
trees rock and fall in gales,
lawns are mowed

and neighbours’ children play
then leave them aging
and in fear of loneliness.

This is my plan:
(our needs are few.)

We shall condense our world
to fit this marriage bed;
lay in a store of luxuries
(they’re free) :

the touch of skin on skin;
exchanges of loving words;
laughter and stories; passion;
all heaped in easy reach.

And we shall lie in bed,
Resisting siege...........