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Gerry Murphy
Long Summer Afternoon
Long Summer Afternoon
Long Summer Afternoon
As you sleep,your tanned pelt
glowing against lemon sheets,
a warm southern wind
whips a sprinkling of rain
through the open window:
A blind cartographer
mapping you with kisses.
In the name of memory,
I claim that quicksilver
trickle of sweat;
its sinuous track
down into the small
of your back;
its slight tickling
at the top
of your buttocks;
its happy drip
into fragrant darkness.
Three days,
two showers later,
your smell fades
from my skin
and I submerge without trace
in the grubby quotidian.
Then, one morning,
several weeks after,
I pull on my grey sweater –
the very one you pressed
into service as a nightgown –
and suddenly inhale you
all over again.
© 2002, Gerry Murphy
From: End of Part One - New & Selected Poems
Publisher: Dedalus, Dublin
From: End of Part One - New & Selected Poems
Publisher: Dedalus, Dublin
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Long Summer Afternoon
As you sleep,your tanned pelt
glowing against lemon sheets,
a warm southern wind
whips a sprinkling of rain
through the open window:
A blind cartographer
mapping you with kisses.
In the name of memory,
I claim that quicksilver
trickle of sweat;
its sinuous track
down into the small
of your back;
its slight tickling
at the top
of your buttocks;
its happy drip
into fragrant darkness.
Three days,
two showers later,
your smell fades
from my skin
and I submerge without trace
in the grubby quotidian.
Then, one morning,
several weeks after,
I pull on my grey sweater –
the very one you pressed
into service as a nightgown –
and suddenly inhale you
all over again.
From: End of Part One - New & Selected Poems
Long Summer Afternoon
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