A throbbing pulse in a wound

The feeling of losing consciousness

entering the vapors of dream

Alone

I turn around to find you

and you are close by

nursing your cointreau and baileys

unaware of my sadness at your pain

a liquified cloud in a coffee mug

the tears of wounded crows in flight

the skirts of all the young ladies in ukraine

and the indelible feeling of deja vu

We are in search of better it seems

though it is already so very delicious