Untamed Irish Eyes

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At dusk, her eyes blink farewell to the day
and open to the darkness of the night

Her evening eyes are wild
deep as an Irish ocean
on a 'dark as a dog's guts' night

Her waves twist and turn
to fists, as she fights
her nightly battle with the land

Serene white mornings, filled with light blue slaps -
delicate lover's taps
as her waves lick the shore
and her tongue tickles the seaweed strips

Give way to sounds
that make the darkness shudder

Crashes! and cracks!
as she arcs her back
and pounds the rocks
with a ferocity
her daytime often lacks

as she slides up and down the polished rock
like molten wax
dripping with delight

The moon sinks into a crescent slide
slips beneath its milky sheets
to listen like night's earpiece

Tis the erotica of nature on display

Tonight, she'll go the distance again
in saturated clinches
and sweaty-faced embraces
lashings of unguarded tongue

Morning will find her flat
last night's scrappy canvas
mopped clean again
her skin stretched taut once more
as her smile splays across the land

Tis companionless exhaustion
what she calls, a torturous delight

Tis just another day
and lazing about
is just her way
of preparing for the night

when her blinks at the sun
make it scatter and run
to hide its eyes
from the wink
she reserves for the night.

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