The end....

With a thud it fell 

the delicate coffee mug. 

With one jerk it smashed 

the soft contours of brew stained corners.

Leaves of the mauve flower embossed
on the procelain mug - detached.
Each shred on the floor
hurt.
The ankle bled, the toe grew spongy.
The leaves cut deep.

Blood everywhere
red everywhere.

The coffe mug
will be wiped off in the morning.
The stains on walls will fade away;
each coat of white pain
will smudge and vanish them..

Each paint is a new beginning
for the seasoned painter of love!

And each coffee a new chance
for the glib talker of life....