Irish Moon

 

I mention the Irish moon

to my anchor of June

 

Smells of sandalwood

grabbing our nostrils

as we wrap ourselves

both at each other

our skins are one

we ignite a friction

 

The Irish moon dances

and our mouths feasted

to an intervention that

defines multiple tangles

of tangible kisses

 

It sabotage our sorrows

Our rooms left the windows closed

 

 

2012

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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6 Responses to Irish Moon

  1. Beautiful song from the heart, touchable sensations..

  2. Lamberta says:

    Love how I can imagine what’s going on. 😉

  3. Kharma says:

    Romantic

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