Useless meetings
Her frozen rivers
Yearly normality
Met my Caracas reality
During a last century’s
Starless October night
We -latex secluded-
Mixed some fluids
And –directly-
Interchanged promises
No minute, no action plan
Nothing remains of that useless meeting
Except for the pungent smell of womanliness
That sometimes invades my dreams
VABM October 17, 2010
