Bran and Manannan (2004)

Our kiss to me is velvet slush,
A door to wild infinities.
To you the door is also there
But opens to your dream home, the
Order and security of days,
Bright flowers on a tabletop
I’d sweep violently away
To swive you merrily, then eat
Dinner there with great repast, and
Take you up to bed for a last
Toddy, leaving the mess for day.
Ah but the care of things is just
The point of your love, an eros of
Things laced with a cat’s even grace.
Yet our far hearts still make one race.