Long journey
missed trains
late trains
(lost trains?)
last
train
at last
brings me to you
in the early hours
of the morning
yawning I
enter like a thief
in the night
to find you
naked
on the ground
as if drowned
Shakspeare's Sonnets
at the outermost reach
of your fingertips
as if you had expired
reading it
my shirt clutched
in your hand
its cuff
stroking your hair
it's collar between your
open lips
my kiss
startles you awake
still cobwebbed
with dreams
you tell
of how
you tried
to stay up
to stay awake
to wait up for me
but sleep
kidnapped you
& hid you
in full view
upon the living room floor
dressed only
in a sonnet
with only
this shirt
for comfort.
I gather you
up
carry you
across the threshold
(never so naked a bride)
of our now
dawn brightened bedroom
you the most
precious
thing on my eart
I lay
you in bed
like a seashell
I had found
marrying our minds
truly
admitting
no impediments.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ever-fix-d-mark/
