• Staring at this picture
    Faded rusting rime draft
    She smelled of lace and wine
    Nightingale fled her nest
    Memories bleach boil fractured hearts
    Nostalgic tunes in lye submerged

    Eyes must have consumed the walls
    That incredulous oft-forgotten eve
    Soft placation the worn heartbeat
    Muse stricken sensual loam
    Reminiscent gray embellish
    Discolored caustic departure

    Decrepit blackened blots
    Breaches in historic trance
    Pardoning sinful gestures
    Bereaved in passionate wisp
    Dipped into coma cauldron
    This faded photograph