' ' ' ' 'Loving On The Edge
D Dónall Dempsey
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This used to be
my neck of the woods.
Adolescence discovered
me here.
The same car park
is still to be seen
where I would do
all my necking.
It was 'treeish'
on that side
helping to conceal
all greedy gropes
all ilicit feels.
Furtive kisses
steaming up my glasses.
But the best
place to hide
was inside
our front door porch.
Dad never stopping
to think
that here
(right under his nose)
we would get up
(what we would get up to)
when we did the things
we would do.
Loving on the edge.
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