Your Body Is A Foreign Country Poem by Dónall Dempsey
Your Body Is A Foreign Country
I really miss
the little hollow of your neck
where sighs collect
when kissed with kisses.
The kind of place
you would revisit
if a tourist
of your body.
Maybe not the main attractions...
...maybe not the well known sites
(a little off the beaten track...perhaps) ?
But
the little hollow of your neck
where sighs collect
when kissed with kisses.
keeps me...
(Like the swallows returning to Sorrento)
keeps me...
keeps me...
coming. . coming back.
I read this two times, because at first, the 'when kissed with kisses' struck me as a little reduntant, but after the second time, I heard it, like a song, the rhythm would be off without the 'kisses' - and then it struck me as very effective, very sensitive - as my fiance, Ben, knows & loves this place on me, too. Nice read, Donall. Welcome aboard.
i predict a lot of people coming back to read your stuff mr d. lovely to read.
The more I read, the more I want! ! Wonderful love poetry, good for a sigh or a sweet rememberance!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/13/2024 7:56:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You have such a lovely and loving touch and your emotional landscape is rich and strange...even the littlest moment is transformed in your hands and this is just beautiful. You are a magician and can transform ordinary words into beautiful things as you cross the frontiers of your imagination. Superb! love Dee Dee