Dear Elena

Full moon shines in the darkness of your eyes
The sorrow from the deep ocean's dancing in your pupils
Curls of your black hair sway while your plump lips emanate the magic of a sage

White Christmas

Slanted eyes peeking out through the gap of velvet curtains

Sisters swaying their hips under their stripy hats

Walking sticks hit the ground

And the smell of garlic wafted into the air

Mixed with the tinge of ale

The ruby red nails holding the grass of Jack Daniels

Chatter to the clinks of the ice cubes

Orphants' faces on the window pane

Frosted with the steams from the oven

The silent from the police car

Turned their heads

To the cushioned hips of the hookers walking by

When the red velvet touches the stage floor

The chimneys invite them without the wrapped up boxes

Clink, the ice cubes melted again

And my throat burns with the cold heat

The purple rimmed greasy face distorts in the haze of smoke

Ribbons untied fall onto the floor

No boxes for me in the morning but empty champagne bottles on the floor