- Barefoot Abandon
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.—federico garcía lorca
Last night we were free the moon you me.Our lips of spiced cinnabar burned through the darkand in barefoot abandon we dove into the sea.
You an azurite combustion me the Rose of Tralee.We swam clear coastal waters with a great white shark.Last night we were free the moon you me.
An offshore breeze seduced us so innocently.We shed shift and shirt and ran to the seamarkin barefoot abandon we dove into the sea
and rose so breathless I would not foreseeso fickle a kiss. Why leave me in the dark?Last night we were free the moon you me
for my heart and love were eternal you see.You singed my lips burned your watermarkwhen in barefoot abandon we dove into the sea.
You haunt my dreams with wild anxietyI yearn for the years I lost you my Irish anarch.Last night we were free the moon you me.Barefoot abandoned I dove into the sea. [End Page 521]
mona t. lydon-rochelle is the author of the poetry chapbook Mourning Dove. Her poems have appeared in Spiritus, Journal of Medical Humanities, and JAMA. She volunteers for Médecins Sans Frontières and was a professor at the University of Washington and University College Cork, Ireland.