A white cambric petticoat
lies splashed upon the bracken
a discarded panties
as pretty as any flower
gazing up at a sky
that hasn’t changed
for thousands of years
gazing down upon our entwined
naked limbs
Time only
this moment
I go & gather water
to feed your thirst
from a little storybook
babbling brook
that lives
nearby
I cup its silver
coldness in my hands
you drink delicately
from my palms
lapping with a little
pink tongue
like a wild timid
creature
ready to bolt away
in a startled moment
held only in the magic
spell of love
The cold castle walls
wrapped in their mantles of history
remain aloof
above all this
all too human love
that comes and goes
like summer flowers.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-gillyflowers/
