We met in a late night dream kino,
propelled from separate tropics into
a subterranean nighttime existence
I could see her scent
before she tasted mine
Her - blackeyed stranger wearing
lipstick-rouged nipples
an inhabited doll
She worked velveteen lips to turn
my body inside-out, burnt orange in hue
We faded in a slow, mute crescendo
and left a silence sounding like
silt whispering on sea shore
Old Russian Photograph
She peers coyly from behind
milky folds of flesh
smirking at the old Russian photographer
she offers magnanimous face and torso
to the black camera box
her essence and life rhythm
preserved on grainy sepia film
Loretta Kennedy was born in Mayo in 1973 and now lives in Galway. Her poems have appeared in Apostasy Mag, Glór Achadh Mór and The Burning Bush.
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