Thursday, April 9, 2009

DIALOGUES WITH ESMERELDA IN ROOM 11

I have found it. 
All in difference. 
Esmerelda how it carries itself together, 
dragging in towards me. 

Oh, how moving everything seems. 
The inner beauty Esmerelda. 
distasteful.
a step to close to realism.

How can i forget? 
Esmerelda the currents. 
her body is far gone now. 
outreaching the taste of painful eyes. 
wrapping herself in colors of intimacy.

She the one to reincarnate.
reincarnate into something. 
something with heart Esmerelda. 

Her eyes begin to sleep. 
the heaviness of you inside her. 
Parallel life's that blind.
something that only lasts momentarily. 

ESMERELADA I REALIZE  THAT I WRITE IN MY SLEEP.

the female zoo