Waters kept running through the white marbles
that woman with long fuzzy hairs was standing there,
without any clothes.
I was there; looking at her and looking at the mirror,
both of them were unrecognizable.
I knew I was going to get her,
I knew I was going to push her to the sink basin and open myself on her.
She was beautiful but she was more reluctant,
she was like those polished cars standing in between nowhere.
Waters on the floor, waters on her skin,
waters on her blatant tits,
waters on her shaved hairs…
I felt death on them…I felt unbelievable,
the wet suffocation.
After sometime she was gone with my juices…
the white floor, the stainless sink basin, the thin shower,
all seemed beautiful again…
The outside world was indifferent…but she was gone and I felt tranquility in her rinsing smell and in the absence of her timid radiation.

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Photograph: Leon Bugaev.