I am a logophile, But i know your tongue better than any other And I fell in love With the way you breathe sonnets into me TARA NOLAN 2017
A nervous wry smile, And compliments on my dress, With a kiss on the cheek for an old flame, Grazing my skin, An odd uncertainty for Lips which had already tasted my mouth, A tongue which had known mine, And wrapped its self lovingly in dank warmth, Murmured pleasantries, As I inhaled your scent, You… Continue reading A kiss on the cheek
Andromeda, my love, You put to shame every constellation, You are the sky, Lover, lover, way up high, You have engulfed me, I reside in depths below, Yearning for you. No more. I am joining your celestial status, Oh lover, This one sweet noose will soon make us two -TARA NOLAN 2013
There are three things an Irish man is by default Bad mouthed, A fine drinker And an even finer horse man, You passed the test- well done
I wonder about the stars and the ocean, And all things seen and unseen, That is often a problem, When you smoke a little green.
I am not an algorithm, But we are taught from a tender age That our value is the sum of numbers. Test scores, digits on a scale, Inches around my waist and thighs, But my figure is not a figure of numerics, Be it single or double it is my home. For if human value… Continue reading Figures
I wrote this after my grandmother passed away in 2014.