Dirty Laundry Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Dirty Laundry



You set it on
an extra long dry spin

then hop on top of
the washing machine

perched precariously
you vibrate towards the edge

before falling off into

my arms & kiss & cling.

'Mmmm! ...that was divine! '

'Now for the real thing! '

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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