Dermot McGarthy


Cocoon - Poem by Dermot McGarthy

Music is her morning drug,
Overdosing on her lover's lasting hug,
She showers in freedom's water,
Lathers her body in future's gel,
Her shampoo is peaceful essence,
With passion shared, secrets to tell.

The horizon, now the pilot light,
Fantasy beckons in conversation's brash insight,
Pressure is seamless,
Fragrant joy races fast,
Love's laughter lives longest,
Hope dies last.


Comments about Cocoon by Dermot McGarthy

  • Gold Star - 7,732 Points Hazel Durham (1/18/2013 12:14:00 PM)

    So beautifully written with such passion and serenity! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, January 18, 2013


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