Cork, Ireland (Poem)


I knew a woman of rain,

Whom drew breath within the emerald isle,

Flowing Auburn hair cascading across elegant drawn out
collarbones like Waterfalls,

Tracing her embodiment,
Radiant beside me,
Tender to the touch,

Subduing her, -a rebel county,

Unto muted Splendor,

Her tender voice like a wisping fireplace,

The crisp coastal breeze kissing me in return,

Two travelers pulled across fragmented moments of Eden,

Maybe in another lifetime,
Down the line,
I can hold her,
As love so fleeting,
Stops to stay awhile. 

-Christian, December 2015
Dublin Airport.

Photos Via Pixabay

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