The branches full of white like
snow flakes in status, frozen
on the braches flowing in
the breeze.

Then like angel feathers they
glide upon the wind like a snow
flake each different each gentle
blossom travels on the breeze .

Like a blizzard they caress my
face, softly touching cold, but
more gentle than a snow flake.
The beauty of a blossom on the
trees.

Then as though picked they flow
like a blizzard of beauty white and
pinks float around gentle petals
travelling upon the gentle winds.

This is the dangerous part-
When the dark shadows withdraw
To the deepest recesses of my mind
And I forget why I bid "adieu"
To you.

This is when the bruises
Fade.
The blood stains
Wash away.
The heart ache
Delays.

And the mirage begins.
The paradise pressed against my parchment skin
And dehydrated lips-
So tantalizingly sweet
So pure and pristine
As it slips down my callused throat
Though they say
arsenic tastes the same.