Staccato Dreams

Awake to white abode,
with curved driveways
and secret gardens
and a sea of blood red roses.

Cinnamic aroma
and minty biscuits
smothered in chocolatey
darkness.

Love in hand,
to opera in London
to where Christine’s voice
infinitely soar to death.

White as snow
Lips red as blood
And a crown of black sea waves
My love’s ultimate desire.

Leave a Reply