Dear Sade, It's been a while since your tongue last spoke to me in silence, since your eyes last watched mine like a horse watches the dusty road in blindness, a while since I last saw your face in absence and last asked you why you did that nonsense! As I always do each night before my eyes shuts in sleeplessness. But Sade, hope all is well and fine where you are: where the claws of the scorpion summons peace and the teeth of the lion caresses. Sade, hope in that your smile, still dwells that joyful thing? Yes! Yes! That very one, the one I always saw when you smiled, spreading your mouth wide when I spoke something, which you always claimed were funny and you would keep smiling until they turned into laughter.
Where words are sacrificed at the Altar of Creativity