Sunday, July 12, 2009


You never wanted her to live so briefly in your room.
The texture of magnificence.
The sharp gestures of instability.
Barely recognizing her through a golden misplaced mirror.
You couldn't sympathize as she turns pale,
looking utterly exhausted.
The nature of pain you have inflicted.
She is not strong enough for choice.

You never wanted her to get lost in sexual attraction.
the flirtation of masturbating minds.
She is part of herself.
Her body for you often appears in instants of forgotten fate.
But she has lost her interest.
You never wanted to love her so briefly.
she realizes this exceptional beauty you have left her.
A useless attempt to look behind.
Her days become a lecture of the unexpected undeserved.

the female zoo