black
still waters
seduced
by the shadowy breeze
all it can manage, still
is a faint ripple
the breeze
gets closer
her aeriform
gliding
sliding
slithering
over
his stoic
arrested
fluidity
he still
lies there
still
a watery mass
carved
in gravestone
her
tos and fros
his
listless frowns
morrow till dusk till dawns
she tries
all she can
till she goes from
husky to hoarse
he
moves not
not one edge
she
does not quit
her nibbling
and sweet talks
still nothing.
he suffers a silence
which runs deep
self humiliation
masked as
indignation
she suffers
a rejection
as visible
as her invisible being
together
they live
separately
like parallel lines
who live each other's
lives
but
never meet
