Scene:
Blue eyed boy, brown eyed girl
on stage

Silence

J:(he is stunned as usual by the flower
which is her being,
unmasked with naked heart
watching her every move
both with gentle serenity
and never ending lust
moments when their lips touch
make him feel the true heaven
her eyes make him blessed)
V:(she's maybe never felt like this before
the way he looks at her
the way he smiles and sings
it feels like hundred butterflies inside her
started a long journey entangled with time
the way he kisses her every part
the ways he can aimlessly talk
without him she misses him dearly
with him she wishes he’d never leave
there’re so many ways he makes her smile)

i'm still stuck on you
in the middle of
me being verdant
and withering
and  you not
being able to grow
there's enough
of you to fill
up a small
village in africa
but i just want
a piece of you:
baby corn-toothed
flawed man
i want you to revive
or ruin me
in rage
or in love

I love you
but what good has that ever done?
maybe few smiles
but deep inside
you are still alone
locked
scared
sickened
you hold a little lamp inside an empty room
knowing it to be the only light
that the world is to offer
you believe people are unreliable
the keys are lost in piles of dirt
(the moon has never seen your face)
and yet when I look through the keyhole
desperate to reach out for you
I see a pair of glowing brown eyes
they are hard and yet wondering
your face is the picture of Venus
defiant, proud and simply beautiful
but still capable of loving
So put your hands into dirt
search this whole sad gloomy room
to find the key that opens lock
because nobody can get through