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





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. 😉

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