In my rooms above the town – I conjure
you on to the page
and we speak into the early hours.
How strange and lonely
we’ve become over these years of exile
barely remembering how to kiss.
Where do we belong? The world of bodies
has no further use for us
so we pass our time alone in our thoughts
caught between conjuring
and dreaming, unable to grapple
with such opaque and arcane pleasures.
We pray for one more night together –
as if one night might assuage
the two thousand nights spent alone.
We look into the abyss and stare down Death
as if this is not our time.
Who would believe that being alone
could be lethal?
Mark A. Murphy’s first full length collection, Night-watch Man & Muse was published in November 2013 from Salmon Poetry (Eire). Murphy’s poems have been published in over 175 magazines and ezines in 17 different countries world wide. His next collection, Night Wanderer’s Plea is due out this December from Waterloo Press.