I smell her soul,
Chocolate cake .
She laughs and the world stops .
Her hair glistens in the sunlight ,
Curly and thin .
She moves her head from side to side
And the constellation trembles .
Now I touch her hair ,
It doesn’t speak with me ,
It has no stories to tell ,
I smell it , no fragrance.
Inanimate and dead ,
I cry on it to make it alive again .
I look at her eyes ,
Fathomless black .