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crystals of hope

a trauma
that blinds the senses
a breath of ice
on a shiny silver platter
a note of white
on a black dewy night

words and feelings
it takes an aeon
to crystallise the images of the mind
and then i wait
despairing ;for the letter
which shall never come.

fronds of sweetness and love
wrapped around a cordial finger
chocolate brown
dripping with honey
sheathing a dark blue mate

a million miles apart
you and me.
and nothing but the sea
can smell
the hopelessness of that burning desire

vapours of indolence and hurt
mingle with those secret cries
a hand to hold
a death to mourn

and nothing to cherish and love

Comments

Carpe Diem... said…
a longin a desire..it sounds to me like bitter sweet chocolate..distance..fondness..memory...well it still is bitter sweet
lavieenrose said…
yes..it was bittersweet...a mixture of longing and frustration for a letter that never was to come ..

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