The Essential Taj

  Like glinting slivers of glass perfectly formed like Jesus on ice Utterly, heartbreakingly breathtakingly   magical. Whereupon, one touch my fingers are collateral.   The ice crystal ephemeral ethereal as cold as they are   beautiful. Be prepared to watch them all melt away slip between your frozen   fingers. As dead as they are They only leave you wanting more. Trigger   you to touch them.    

The sky blazes a soft pink My finger quivers underneath the leather gloves that are trying to protect me against the cold set in by solitude and the bitter taste of relationships that don’t last because geography intervenes. The evening turns orange, my mood tilts eventually and the finger ceases to quiver. What changed? People don’t stop caring because they disappeared. Object constancy must be developed. Unless people changed. Some don’t and others do.       

 Friend of cold glass,  people of empty                                   -ness locked and loaded.   friends of healing  orange peels and honey Indulgent  and disciplined.