J. P. Dullahan Poems

It's never the memories,
It's that hoarde of feelings
Leaves me empty of tears now,
Until my eyes are like stones,
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Between day's start and end
Life's prosaic, dear friend -
A poem each day
Keeps drabness at bay,
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A poet longs for his to be
A love as strong as death - we crave
A Song of Songs, of jealousy
Unyielding as the grave -
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In wakeful dreams and nights full of longing
Our lips touch, and I feel the subtle flame
Beneath your skin quiver and become fire;
And every moment we're apart, though none
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