Catch Me Irish Kate
Lithe and vibrant, breathing fast
No mourning eyes – her fingers clasp
The love that holds her close.
Embracing life with vigor
Wanton wild curvaceous figure
The cup that overflows.
Dusk is all accounted for,
Then dawn arrives and bows the door,
Betrayed it leaves no foes.
Empty, drained, without respite,
A lover lost in falling light,
No tears remain – God knows.
©Philip Holden

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