A white cambric petticoat <br />lies splashed upon the bracken <br /> <br />a discarded panties <br />as pretty as any flower <br /> <br />gazing up at a sky <br />that hasn’t changed <br /> <br />for thousands of years <br />gazing down upon our entwined <br /> <br />naked limbs <br /> <br />Time only <br />this moment <br /> <br />I go & gather water <br />to feed your thirst <br /> <br />from a little storybook <br />babbling brook <br /> <br />that lives <br />nearby <br /> <br />I cup its silver <br />coldness in my hands <br /> <br />you drink delicately <br />from my palms <br /> <br />lapping with a little <br />pink tongue <br /> <br />like a wild timid <br />creature <br /> <br />ready to bolt away <br />in a startled moment <br /> <br />held only in the magic <br /> <br />spell of love <br /> <br />The cold castle walls <br />wrapped in their mantles of history <br /> <br />remain aloof <br />above all this <br /> <br />all too human love <br /> <br />that comes and goes <br /> <br />like summer flowers.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-gillyflowers/
