Anne Walsh Donnelly
Our love will vaccinate against the germs,
others vomit from their mouldy mouths.
They will not stop me gazing at your body
in the bedside lamp low light.
My mattress will sigh as you move towards me.
& my fingers will rest in the hollow
in your lower back. My tongue
will tip yours, taste Cabernet.
Your hands will roam & find home.
Our coupling will gather momentum on ivory sheets
until the bulb blows. Tears will trail down
my cheeks. We’ll spoon each other to sleep
and wake in an hour for more.