Black grapes and orange..

Black grapes. Orange. Deep baritone voice. Musky odour. A question left unasked.

Gentle breeze. Rustling green tree. Unlucky shrivelled leaves.

Granite slabs. Again black.

Hands in the pocket.  Basilisk eyes.

Nail enamel. Again Green. Chambor. John Miller. Striped. Red.

Bike rides. Dreamy humming. Snappish retort.

Night sky. Full moon. Frothing waves.

Reluctant embrace. Assertive dodging.

Faults to foil gifts.

Reckless abandonment of logic.

Insomnia. Drawing breath in suffocating sighs.

Sentimental to the brink of bathos.

And the reasons. There are no reasons.