Breeze-Whispered Goodbye

At Blackrock station, May Sunday afternoon.

Forgotten stone; not a sound,

But breeze whispers through the place,

Ear-ringing visions tumble, never gone

Addiction in your face.

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Had I but known the power of our time,

Nerve-ends crackle in my spine.

Sweet seduction, fuck-barbed talk,

And tousled hours when your skin was mine,

Tattooed but pale as chalk.

*

That unsaid moment when it all came clear,

Never speaking words for fear

These cat-bliss hours could dissolve in mist.

The breath of whisper in my ear,

Scent of your perfume on wrist.

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And feasting on each other with abandon,

Tearing clothes under moon,

To beg each other in our desperate haste,

For the butterfly knock on

Of, please god, one more taste.

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Smashed-hearted young lover in station of grey,

I peer out long across the bay;

Soundtracked by clips of yearning sighs,

There's nothing left to say,

Breeze whispers soft goodbyes.