Gnéas
Déagóir, a chliabh
le mo dhroim
é croctha orm
Tá a dheartháir
ag léimnigh faoi
scáth tí gloine
Séideann a máthair
ar fheadóg – tá sé
in am dul abhaile
Scaoileann sé mé
deineann siad gáire,
tá mé faoi chrith, soar
˚
Bolgann tú
an veilbhit fhillte
atá ceartlár ionam
Ag tochailt do theanga
trí línte lachtacha
go mbláthaím
Is fáilte iad mo
dhroim lúbtha agus
mo mhéara a fhuineann
Nuair a scaoileann tú mé
deineann muid gáire, is
tá mé faoi chrith, saor
Sex
An older boy
his front to my back
hooked around me
His brother nearby
leaping in the shadow
of a glasshouse
Their mother blows
long on a whistle
the signal for home
He unpins me
both laugh in my face
I wobble, free
˚
You lap through
the cleated velvet
at my core
Burrowing your tongue
along milky lines
and I blossom
My arcing back
and kneading fingers
are your welcome
When you unpin me
we laugh together
I wobble, free
