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Anne Molony Mar 30
A blue morning on the 46a to Stillorgan.
I get emotional gliding past the little orange town house. I've passed it every day for two years but this time it feels different.

I can smell your walls and furniture.
Can taste the breakfast you'd surprise me with after a long night of dancing and love making.
Can feel your head on my shoulder as you hold me at the kitchen counter. You were begging me to make you stay and the sky cries for you.

You kiss my stomach.

We drive silently. Me, eating nutella and banana toast and you watching the roads too carefully. You had just gotten your license. Fionn Regan played softly. It was our last morning, you had driven me to college.
Anne Molony May 2018
i've looked for you
in the eyes and hands
of every
Anne Molony Apr 2018
We stayed late talking
Whiskey and a packet of Viceroys
All consumed
You held my hands lightly,
Fighting me off as
I grabbed your collar, laughing  
Exhaling smoke into your mouth
Our hot lips touched momentarily
And we were taken aback
It was as if
I'd been smacked across the face

Wake up! Here it is!
Love is here with you!
the best kind sneaks up on you
Anne Molony Jan 2018
two lonely hearts
      who mistook
            their pain
               for love
never settle
Anne Molony Jan 2018
Despite how
I feel now
in this moment
surely sometime
today or tomorrow
I'll be beginning
to feel the
opposite again
Anne Molony Jan 2018
I remember a day
in late November
when the four of us went
back to your house

"We'll watch a film"
Adam declared
you were sitting on the couch
taking off your boots

Beth sat on your right
and I sat on your left
I was close enough to you that
I could just make out the smell of
the washing detergent
your mother used
on your shirt collar

I couldn't concentrate on
anything other than the
warmth of your arm and the
Lavender & Spring Jasmine
of your clothes
Anne Molony Dec 2017
you can kiss
my rose petal eyelids
my stained cheeks
my humming neck
my willing waist
my burning skin
anywhere on
my restless body
but kiss my lips,
and I'll spend the
rest of my life
searching for
your stinging tongue

  fate assured me
   we'd burn violently
    but ultimately suns die
     every flame grows tired
      every bulb will break
      every wick will drown  
     charred and regretful
    weary and worn out
   drained of energy
  choking for air
i'm not ready
to ignite
just yet
it is inevitable
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