The Kiss

Ulick O’Connor
She said to me,
. 11 " "Kiss me specla y ,
And with her lips on mine Traced a design
To show the way
Bees on a drowsy day
Suck honey from fusda. How could I be so sure That the artificer who spun The golden honeycomb
For her at Erice,
The goddess in exile, Could ever have gleaned What I found
When I leaned
To that command.
Page 52, Poetry Ireland Review Issue 26