The lilac boy enclosed by his thoughts saw steam whisk around the bathroom light. Like shoals of fish the drops condensed in his mind Baptising thoughts of love Delicacy, youth and trust Embedded in the sand. Engulfed By the effervescent waves spattering his memory With their gentle ferocity. Be a man, they said, whilst Warm cider dripped down their throats. Fragile shrieks of girls drowned by boy-men echo in the walls of a vacant mind. Drink this, drink that drink her Whilst salt glides down your cheeks. Taste her ephemeral beauty circling your tongue In the muffled dampness of the morning. Today. He looks back in the mirror At the lilac thoughts which swim in his mind. Sea-sick eyes which once were smooth regret The chipped man they find. For there is a consistency in waves Which move pebbles like people down the shore.