I would have burned inside of myself-
If I hadn't learnt how to feel it.
A rapture of midnight meshes under 12 full moons-
If I didn't want to have everything you touched,
you would have known something else.
The moon she follows me, with her winds under-
It doesn't matter how much she accompanies me.
How long she kept her blue life aside, just to regret.
So dense she rises with the morning that smelled of moist caramel hair-
Indulging, so that it doesn't matter as much-
Becoming familiar with what she forgets.
Bitter lasting liquid- her blood heats slowly
sometimes for hours-
Through fire highly concentrated.
Bitter lasting never too late-
to suddenly pull her here again, white and docile.
She feels it in the night again,
She saw me in the night again.
And again she dreamed with the night.
For her- for life - for eternal bleeding- for infinite fire.
She leaves me-
with all her moonlight
TEXT & PHOTO - THE FEMALE ZOO