Poems and general conversation from Irish poet Michael O'Dea. Born in Roscommon, living in Donegal. Poetry from Ireland. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar)
Collecting your warmth on the palm of my hand,
explorer of exotic landscapes,
brushing over the warm skin,
the shallow arc of your back;
closed eyes; the sunlit concave of a desert dune
among the sun-warmed backs of dreams.
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