Glúine

I search hopefully, wishing to meet your eyes
Of chalk blue
like skies I’ve watched for years
Eyes that have seen more than mine ever will
Let me hold you
Like ropes on a swing set
Lay below me
Like stabilisers that once steadied my bike
Let me turn your moral backbone into nothing but a blade of grass
Be my Iscariot, and show me how to sin,
As only a man who’s lived long enough to know its weight can do.

-Kit Kennedy
Glúine translates to “knees” in Gaeilge/Irish.