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

2008

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