Two cups lay on the table; one, half empty
and filled the other,
you cannot taste from both for one is
your beauty and the other is its own beauty,
there are spaces to fit herself in her own
body and there is another cup filled up to
pour a little in both;
one embraces and the other erases,
one consumes your body and the other
consumes your soul.
Serene silence and slaughtering silence.