Right, In Me.
I can recall,
even now,
that sweet,
soft-lipped kiss
and the moistening bliss,
as you whispered
"Happy Christmas"
in my derelict ear.
You're right,
in me, now;
floating freely,
without fear,
through the cobwebbed corridors
of my crumbling house of love,
whilst a voice,
far above
the wild, Yule-tide throng,
quietly,
questions the wrong,
in the longing to be touched,
by the plaintive singer,
with a yearning song.
How can this be too much?
Brendan Hickey
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Thoughts, like fleas, jump from man to man, but they don't bite everybody.
Stanislaw J. Lec