i love the sun on your bare skin
pale un-tan-able tones_captured in shadow

your house coat – knowing it is mine – pulled closed

i wait for your return
Freud scolds me at the couch and i wave him away
leaning to catch you in the kitchen doorway

this is the wasted time which needs to be wasted
the summer calling on leisure before the great sojourn

take your time for lunch as i will take time in this voyeur state

the drapes are pinned closed
while the sun moves from the front to
the north side windows

we switch fans and open new doors
the shower runs to cool down tiles

i move to one cushion for your return
wasting the necessity of an afternoon hearing the
sounds of furious autumn and eventual



About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written. View all posts by Crazy Irishman

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