Next of Kin

Blue lilac eyes alight with the glitterings 
Of illicit drugs, peace to the cavernous 
Craving mind. Crystalline splintering, 
Loose at the edges, dropping
Oddments of information,
Wisdom, scraped together change.
Mauve through violet hues
Edged with the nicotine 
Of experience, ripe flesh betrayed 
By girlish wiles, breeze blown smiles, 
Sidelong eyes laughing, sounds 
So warm its contagion smoulders.
Confessional voice lightly toasted
Dash of nutmeg, allspice's combine
For musk scented softest skin.
An aroma of opulence lingering long
Through stale air of lives lived without dreams.    
Let the whinging minority drown out
The machinery of the rest, caught out
A Nile of neural numbing neotropics;
Ancient dusts reburnt ashen
In the bodies of the living, half-living,
Half-hiding, habit, cut off from kinship
For secret deathroes of temptation.
Slow preparation unravels the mind
To beautify the bubbling brown
Or chase the taste of hollow mint smoke 
Spray from a scrunched mirror sea
Leaving charred spike wounds a day
To heal.  Body build up noxious decay
Always shouting for more to maintain
Whatever.  Mind shrouded in white
Pearlescent glowing heaven.       
Until the slide - cold tap craving
Dripping onto your condensed soul.
Water torture has nothing on this
And this is the craving I am left with;
Nothing chemical could make it abate.
We were kin, she and I, always
Our next-of groove ever scored.
My best friend is dead, unnoticed.
Anything else and I could have helped.