Taking the last breath,
One hand in a pocket,
Ego written on the face,
I can't  breathe unheard.
31/5/2020

with the big grin
looking like a crescent moon
hanging on its side
like a piece of apple pie?

Will he be as I remember him
with the octopus’ arms
that wrap around me eight strokes?

Will he be as I remember him
laughing until his head falls
off and lands on my feet
making us both look like hyenas?

Will he be as I remember him
talking up a storm cloud
of lightning, blinding us both
with bolts of electric energy in this
afternoon heat?

Will he be as I remember him
my first-born son, taken
from me so young, and then taken from
me again?

He will be remembered
as green as the meadows
sweet as the ripen apple on the tree
fury as the squirrels
chasing the lot
fondly

It's sublime!
The midnight back stroke,
The 3am kiss on the neck,
The 5am feeling of groin reunion,
That sweet, musky scent,
The scent of dawn love,
Raw, warm tingly dawn redemption,
The ***** relief from loves slumber,
When we get to indulge,
Sublime, my love,
Sublime,
Wait....

(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com  26/05/2020

Isolation lock down
when going out feels like a crime
la longueur de journee
a tedious period of time.

Crystal clear trickle of ice cold streams steams in the warm ray of the sun as it carves features round the bonsai green, things never seen places it shouldn't have been like the blood stream trying to keep clean,
to tamper is mean is it better to dream.

When you instigate an action
that creates a bad reaction
you need to find a quick distraction.