Downward

Beloved, touch me
                                 part|after|part downward
like rainfall.

I want you like how farmers want first rain.
                   I don't want to know where you start,
I just expect you in my body, to be wet.

                   lay kisses on my lips mild|into|mild
like turgid music into soul —
                               welcoming|expecting|gladly
                   like a delayed menstrual period.

let my clothes come off gently like prayers
                  fall my body into yours like devotion
research my body parts delicately —
|there is witful poetry between my legs|.

                  Research my body parts deep, deeply
Till your touches becomes a professor
                  Till I forget my mother and father
Till I forget death, paradise and hell
I am a dishless meal
                                   spoon is not welcome.

Betray every sadness in my body like Judas.
                   Come into my ocean
raincoat and swimming is not a requirement.

|there is witful poetry between my legs|.

HOW NOW RED BALLOON?

the balloon
crossed the road
on its own

cautiously at first
then becoming
a little braver

there wasn't a human
in sight
the balloon was red

why did it cross the road
you would have to
ask a chicken

it made its way
into a nearby field
just out of reach of

a host of thistles
angry at the invasion
of their territory

a bee followed it
across a ditch bemused
at  such a  solo flight

the balloon came to rest
on the back of a huge
black and white heifer

and there it remained
as I passed
and hurried by

cow and balloon
as one
living on in

my mind
all these 40 years
later.

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Wish I had a time machine and could go back..get out of the car and see if the red balloon and the black and white cow ran away with each other and had cow/balloon children and lived happily ever after.  

There was also, now you mention it, a laughing dog. And when we went to eat we were both dishless and spoonless. The cat on the fiddle was playing the Divil came down to Cork.