Irish Night in Sicily

Roll me over in the warmth of your tongue
weaving lives together in shimmering light
Grounded in hard rock
Visioning to infinity
and the lapping waves touching our flanks

Skim the surface touch the delight
sending out our ripples
ignorant that below
in the frightening depths choruses
the dark heat of the earth

We meet in the oil light
facing towards in the dance
arm linked until dawn
moving to the gulls' cries
piercing the darkness