If...
Cupids...

A subtle scent of lemony zest,
evokes a spicy titillation...

Our wonderful world languishes
within an open wound...

I whispered to the wind Of my
hollowed misery...

born from serenity
a melody...

How sound affects me
waking before my alarm...

Day
after day...

As spring arrives, from natures womb
her season brings, a baby-boom...

As seasons pass, there is a day,
I’ll visit where, your bones now lay...

beneath a black-netted curtain;
her face simmers in a sombre shade of pale...