Sunday, March 27, 2011

HOMME FATAL.



She was found-
Like she had been digested through mystery.

She was seen-
Like she had been born- and reborn making love to rebirth.

She was heard-
As if she was the immaculate voice of feeling.

She was felt-
As if opium had turned her into a rose petal dipped in sour milk.

She was tasted-

Like when you use to hold her legs open upon the moonlight.

She was smelt-
As if she had laid her naked hands across the whole city.

She lasted-

As if she sewed herself to you.


TEXT- THE FEMALE ZOO