CRYSTAL SOLITUDE

EYES AND SEA SNAIL  DIGITAL VERSION OF MY PAINTING CHRYSSA V.2015

I brutally cerebrate looking

to a bluish sea snail

on the iridescent bottom, as

the frozen foam

of the winter coast

is kissing sensually my feet ...

In memory of our separation.

The cold wind has replaced

the daring embraces

during our promenades 

although I still pray

the spring purple lips

to turn into crystals

tightly clasped. 

The shuffled curls

of the long hair in the breeze

are reaped by the Slayer north wind,

which recalls that times

prevent old age from

approaching erotic irregularities,

as they did in their youth .

Transparent presence, however,

of tears in glass eyes

can not define 

the crispy, brutal silence

as the icy consequence of

an enforced absence.