Cannibal Lover

When you are in the shower
I creep through your window
Bury my face in your still-warm shirt
Inhale your heat, your smell,
Until I pass out on the floor,
Afraid to lose you.
And what would you say?
Dry and pruney
Standing barefoot
Coming to, I eye your toes.

Saturday

The thank-you card:

He shone with unexpected pleasure
I thought of it twice going home
Twice I smiled.

Worry

We worried, huddled on the step.
You said, "things will be ok with us."
Then I knew that it will be
Two slices of burnt toast, never one;
A red geranium on the sill,
Simple city sun.

The Homeless Guy

I gave him all I had-
50p and a banana.
He held it in his hand,
A sun crescent on a cold day.

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Biography

My name is Aileen Cahill, and I live in the south of County Sligo. I am 18 years old and currently studying for my leaving cert. I have been writing poetry and prose for many years now, but have only been submitting material to writing groups on-line. I love reading, especially poetry, and would say that my main influences would be William Carlos Williams and Sylvia Plath. I also love music, and play primarily the piano and flute. I'm really hoping to continue studying both next year in a Performance degree.