Another poem from my ‘Sketching In Ireland’ mss.
Furnishings
listening to shower
water rhythms
then silence as you
shave sans mirror
wafts of Gillette
down the stairs
zing straight to
my wanton womb
I mouth blues
chopping garlic
you appear saying
‘For some reason,
I am suddenly
starving!’
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2007
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