Saturday, November 14, 2009

THE GIFTED ODOUR.



Something golden like bedroom dreams.
imagine this woman you left behind,
hold this heart you made of glass.

Follow the woman in your memories,
remember her as being something loyal-
something that you couldn't acknowledge.

Soon- lying next to another,
you find yourself mesmerized.
Speaking to this woman you remembered.


At this point in time,
your desires reflect off the eyes of the other lying in bed with you-
hiding what your mind is truly sensing.

You find yourself looking,
sinking,
right into the real forgotten woman's eyes.

THE FEMALE ZOO