C’est Si Bon! Poem by Dónall Dempsey

We get our kit off
listening to Eartha Kitt.

“Proceed with caution! ”
she advises.

But we don’t – listen
to that bit.

“Oh, John
please don’t do it!
oh...oh...oh! ”

We: “Oh...oh oh! ”

We laugh
delightedly
delighting in
each other.

Our nakedness
a gift

we offer
the other.

“I suggest you watch me
closely as I
mmmm...mmmm...mmmm! ”

“We: “mmmm...mmmm....mmmm! ”
in close harmony.

“Birds – do it.
Bees – do it.”

We do - it
fall in love

all over again.

Only après midi
do we
catch our breath

our laughter lost amongst
a room full of flowers.

“ Après moi
you can kiss him

‘til he melts
like the sugar
in your tea.”

“Only après moi
means you kiss him

after me
after me
after me.”

We giggle gleefully.

Eartha
after following us this far
with her running commentary

clicks off
with her catlike laugh.

We smile.

Sip
a cup of Earl Grey

tea
with a slice

of lemon.

C’est si bon.

C’est si...bon!