Then

If I asked you about
your gentle touch,
would you talk about
when you last touched
me,

If I touched your
soft lips tonight,
would you remind me
of how we kissed
when we said
good-bye.

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© Oisin

Felled

Somewhere inside these words
a breath of yesterday broke
gently upon my cheek.

When I didn’t want to hear,
I looked away and one more
time fell into your eyes.

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© Oisin

Washed away

I washed Saturdays’ kiss
from my lips with
warm scotch,

It was Monday and
and I still tasted you
fresh on my lips.

It is Tuesday and
now I am without you.

© Oisin

Closed eyes

I have closed my eyes and
shared a thousand
whispers with you.

A thousand times
my breath traced
the soft skin of
your neck.

Like before when my
lips spoke to
you alone.

Let me whisper soft
words against you,
one more time
alone.

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