Wednesday, July 15, 2009


Its hopeless.
the woman passes her hands gently across his body.
although you tend to remember-

he doesn't seem to remember.

she conserves her last tears in a bottle of wine.
laying it closely to his bed.

eventually he will evaporate with her tears.
an illusion walks into the room,
comes to take her away.
listening to her closely,
she whispers last words apart.
her lips gently meet his.
this illusion appears in-between them.
meeting two teardrops.
pulling woman away.
the lights are switched off,
the sounds of silence in termination.
he will rest.

the female zoo