You cry out
in your sleep
a little cry
of anguish
as if grief
touched your soul
with its cold cold hands.
I cover your breast
with my palm
comfort you
with touch
that dispells...quells
all fears
that gather here
until you're
... still
your lips mumbling
as if in confession
against my chest
(your chosen place of rest)
'I was mixing rose madder with...'
& then you fall back
gently into...
The artist
sleeps
dreams
smiles
cobalt blue mixing
with vermillion
to achieve
a rich warm
black
Dónall Dempsey
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