Sex

An older boy
his front to my back
hooked around me

His brother nearby
leaping in the shadow
of a glasshouse

Their mother blows
long on a whistle
the signal for home

He unpins me
both laugh in my face
I wobble, free

˚

You lap through
the cleated velvet
at my core

Burrowing your tongue
along milky lines
and I blossom

My arcing back
and kneading fingers
are your welcome

When you unpin me
we laugh together
I wobble, free

Gnéas

Gnéas

Déagóir, a chliabh
le mo dhroim
é croctha orm

Tá a dheartháir
ag léimnigh faoi
scáth tí gloine

Séideann a máthair
ar fheadóg – tá sé
in am dul abhaile

Scaoileann sé mé
deineann siad gáire,
tá mé faoi chrith, soar

˚

Bolgann tú
an veilbhit fhillte
atá ceartlár ionam

Ag tochailt do theanga
trí línte lachtacha
go mbláthaím

Is fáilte iad mo
dhroim lúbtha agus
mo mhéara a fhuineann

Nuair a scaoileann tú mé
deineann muid gáire, is
tá mé faoi chrith, saor