Why cant you lay inexistent to others,
be my anonymous lover.
Maybe then I would understand what it feels like to be left alone,
in your presence draped in lights that bring you alive.
Your non real movements,
the non real ecstasy from morning to night.
Find me looking for you with no eyes,
I couldn't describe- how I found you, no real
sense, no real life.
the phantom pregnancy of desires ovulating-
the creations of never lasting lover inside.
TEXT & PHOTO - THE FEMALE ZOO