Most pictures and words from Anthony C Murphy

Friday, 17 June 2011


Her softness melts from my fingers
Long after her touch disappears
Her lips to my skin once wandered free
As feathers on a warm breeze
My own on her neck and shoulders
No longer for now can linger
The bruise to my chest appeared
After I left her
She left it 
Her perfume remains for some days
On the blue shirt next to my flesh
All freshness has gone
It’s the way of these things
Sudden and done
Our snapshots
Our memory hallowed
Are the ghosts of us from now on
Her voice will carry over seas
All between us is the ocean

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