water pools beneath finger tips
anticipating movements in
Meniscus broken and seeping
hydrophilic cling – final embrace to the individual
groves of her print.
Marble cool, cadaverous eyes glaze
at the pristine artex grooves above,
breathless blued lips,
slightly parted departed exhale.
The girl from Dublin,
who kissed her old mam goodbye
by the warmth of the old Rayburn.
Last night – what a night.