Your last breath lingered.

The sultry fermented rose in the backyard

Erected to the sun,

Roots decomposing,

Dried dew glued to the stem.

In the tempestuous sea I sought

for your canoe.

Once I peeked at your place,

I waited

until the murk eroded my arms; handcuffed

I barked, and echoes replied.

I paid my second visit in spring

When the faded blossom promised to bring you back.

Soon as whites were gone,

I pined for the phase of pink and you.

I shut the door this time and hid in my room,

Twilight dropped by every corner,

Perched on my right shoulder.

Cried.

Darkness no longer soothes, rather

Venom in veins nourish me.

Your corpse turns purple and lathers

My bitten body.

Your tonic fangs leave for once and at last

an autograph on my skin, eternally.