As we made love
you kept repeating
“I love getting entangled
in your hair...”
“...and your eyes are blue! ”
As if these were two
of the Seven Wonders of the World
and had to be repeated
like a wondrous charm.
I smiled
and transformed your words
into kisses
kisses
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kisses-15/
