There's a certain manner in which we look at one another.
lying vertically spread on a bed.
thrown senselessly in different temperature sheets.
capturing her eyes.
thats all.
then its over.
There's a certain angle in which we decide to perceive one another.
forming each other with mood.
slowly emerging from a pensive state.
capturing her tears form her eyes.
thats me.
then its over.
thats the room.
the female zoo
