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