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May 2015
Wet welling from earth
Deep valleys, hills, sweating *******
I plung into her


We are lost at sea
In moonless night our soft cries
Curled waves drowning us


Above her in bed
Little breaths lifting our bodies
Eyes, fingers, dreaming


Her green eyes are set
Jewels from sargasso seas
My ghost ship is wrecked


Her long hair tangles
No struggle in rising— then
We are rapt in bed


Her eyes blinding me
Milky way of her body
There is a heaven


In forest we taste
Each other in evergreens
Hot dews on the moss


Blissful time kissing
My bare thighs sink into hers
Running sands so quick


As olive or grape
So shed, paired souls are threshed
Out of their bodies


Hummingbirds share truths
Nature sounds with all sweetness
Bee in the flower


Always in a field
Wild flowers— a bunch to pick
Herself a bouquet


In the park we walk
Flocks of white birds taking flight
Two hearts light as air


We kissed under moon
Pox of stars grew flowering
Nightshade of her lips


She took me to bed
Skinned in bliss— was reborn, lost
In her satin folds
Seán Mac Falls
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