Tongues stained <br />with blackberries <br /> <br />we collect kisses <br /> <br />falling into ditches <br /> <br />being stung by nettles. <br /> <br />Your dress snags on a briar <br />and you cry in mock horror. <br /> <br />I cut through the tangle of thorns <br />as if I were your Prince. <br /> <br />Charming me <br />you undo <br />your buttons <br />& you <br />(step out of your dress) <br /> <br />as if you were being <br />stepping out of your self. <br /> <br />Your dress hangs <br />like a chrysalis. <br /> <br />You let down your golden hair <br />& we make love then & <br /> <br />there...a tractor & some cows go by <br />we laugh & try to hide. <br /> <br />The sun beats down on my bum <br />we giggle & come <br /> <br />return <br />to the big old dirty <br /> <br />town <br />& <br />turn <br /> <br />our blackberry picking days <br />into luscious winter jam.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/preserve/
