Roll me over in the warmth of your tongue <br />weaving lives together in shimmering light <br />Grounded in hard rock <br />Visioning to infinity <br />and the lapping waves touching our flanks <br /> <br />Skim the surface touch the delight <br />sending out our ripples <br />ignorant that below <br />in the frightening depths choruses <br />the dark heat of the earth <br /> <br />We meet in the oil light <br />facing towards in the dance <br />arm linked until dawn <br />moving to the gulls' cries <br />piercing the darkness<br /><br />Anthony Dalby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/irish-night-in-sicily/
