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