Fathomless Black

 

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 .

 

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