#555:MAN AND WOMAN

a minimalist poem

IT'S THE POSSIBLE LAST SCULPTURE OF MAN AND WOMAN
BEFORE THE CONCERT STARTS.
THE VOICE IN SOLITARY SAID A LOT.
IT WAS COMING OF AGE AND EXPERIENCES.
I SAID
I'LL TALK TO YOU
IN A BETTER TIME.
VENUS ACCEPTED THE OFFER
AND WE BOTH WERE DETACHED
WITH NO HESITATIONS.
AND THE WAY SHE SAID FAREWELL
HASTILLY
BEFORE HANGING UP,
THE VOICE IN VOID
SAID A LOT.
I TOO HUNG UP SOFTLY AND HASTILY
WITH MY HEART
DENYING A DENIAL.
WE WERE SERIOUSLY FUNNY.
WHEN IT'S TIME TO LEAVE
IT'S THE BEST TIME TO BOND
WITH ALL HEART.
IT IS A LIFE WRITTEN IN ONE VOLUME
TO BE READ IN 1001 NIGHTS.
A WRAPPED SCULPTURE
ON A RED CANVAS.
MY POEM IS LOST.
WHEN I COME BACK
I FIND MY VENUS
FOR NOW
OR FOREVER.

SUNDAY 4/11 ,BY 6 pm
#555