SAINT JULIAN PRESS

KEVIN MCGRATH ~ POET

 

 

T W O

 

They come and go and trespass

Freighted with desire,

Young women of the spring

In their summer dresses.

 

Crocus yellow, hyacinth

Their golden shoulders bare,

A green text burning

Sweet upon their lips.

 

A mysterious and complex grace

The pleasure of your smile,

The girl in you pretending

That you are not alone.

 

Be with me beside you now

With the futureճ breath,

In our sleep we shall resist

And admire the fugitive,

We shall complete the world.

 

 

 

 

I I - 2

 

 

The nature of my love is this

I witness you as no other,

When you are mine to hold

Refining our warm volume.

 

I love your bones and your smell

A scent of leaves and rain,

At the hollows of your joints

My hands confess their love.

 

Asleep with you I have no

Other place on earth to visit,

You are all world and home

Ground where life sets out.

 

What more is there in time

For us to know, what else

Can human love accomplish,

In you I touch an absolute.

 

I brush your lips with my tongue

Breathe in your exhaled breath,

Deep inside we perceive

What no one else observes.