Deflower

Hypnotized
by the
tempo of her
nubile being
impure and angelic
splayed on his bed
bare and untouched
he stands overwhelmed
by heady lust
gently she twists
swarthy silk
tress midst
forefinger and thumb
cocking a brow
whilst licking
plump and docile lips
her hips entice
him to come.

Thoughts Of Cork

Wander-some
winds tumble
they blow
Gaelic whispers
sullen-
troubled
over the distantly
cold & briny
Atlantic
through
peat
and
heath
covered moors
images of a wistful
smile span time-
glean
space
to dance and prance
their Celtic steps
within
anguished
sleep.

Marred

this pain
this rancid
pain it
humbles me
and puts
me to
shame, it
has linked
to my
soul cemented
in fear
this pain
this rancid
pain chains
my core
to the
eternally profane
this pain
this rancid
pain it
humbles me
and mortars
the shame
with-
in.