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
