A gentle calm night in Galway,
something I really needed.
Far from Dublin, close to the Atlantic Ocean
I booked three nights in an hostel
but I ended up sleeping in another one
trying not to get caught
and I didn't get caught.
A gentle calm body, in Galway
hugged me under the sheets
and I hugged it back
whispering just few words
but mostly keeping my mouth shut
trying not to wake everyone up
and they didn't wake up.
I felt loved and had a blast.
Not only tonight, but
almost every day of my life.
So, if I'm going to die today
or tomorrow
it's ok.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoems by an Italian guy who moved to Dublin. Cheap loves, cheap beers, bad jobs. And fights. Bukowski would have probably been disappointed. But you always were, Hank, weren't you?
