Lost Innocence

Bernadette Donnelly
I carry you on my shoulders, proud as a Roman column
we pillar each other's existence. Your hands on my temples
like a faith-healer's,
your legs linked about my neck are my life-line with innocence.
soon we are uncoupled,
our entablature fragmented
as the rocks you throw to the sea. My innocence unbuttressed, fallen.
Page 78, Poetry Ireland Review Issue 28