Seduced by the tongue in her hair
collapsed from shoulder as waterfall
captured by an artist
who dreams in sunsets
Nape of her neck flowed into negligee
and surely, breath could only find
refuge in intensive care, the closest
hospital was a hundred ambulances away
Everyone has a date with an undertaker
all the humour of a funeral parlour,
until she drew a swallow on my neck
and we took flight for one nite only;
I came prematurely on her emerald dress
and left a stain on her IRA parade








Oh man, this gives me a feeling of being a vampire. Nice;))
Powerfully penned, Ghosteen. Another excellent write with impeccable storytelling my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian