With tides of red rosesin the estuary of dreamswith blooms in the throat thoughts meet the unknown a vast ocean on the horizonmemories of petals in currents of deep silence a heavy sweet perfume born of silk and shadows as a lone...

Demitasseholding only a sipand a laugh heardthrough a closed door.with a scent of espresso and a lingering tasteof timeand burnt sugar that refuses to fade of memories in porcelain

The pane of glass, cold on her lips in condensation, exhaling phantoms, deliberately blue, savoring the taste of the Orient until the chill burned her skin as if her lips were the last whiskey of Jack Daniel's pressed against...