Titanic ice soaks into porous skin
Senses held in their last transmission
Liquor seeps from the finger beds,
Lost in the colossal projection of teal.
Bubbles surface of a final breath
A watchful sun desiccates retinas of a mesmerised eyes,
Ghosts behind their colour.
An empty mind, released from unappreciated acts
Her perfect shadow emerges and I sleep at last.