passion
beneath the hillsof Tallaght
tonight
the Dodder torrent
surged
over ancient ways
where
many have crossed
but not
this dark drenched night
where
trees hurl themselves
in frenzied ecstasy
against
a milk wet moon
while
a lonely vixen
awaits her prey
down
by the deep dark bank
you
would not ask a dog out
on a night like this
but
here I await you
passion bound
passion bent
passion yet
unspent
Poetry by Peter Humphreys

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Written on 2008-01-22 at 17:18




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