Cindy: |
Clinging to the past or anticipating the future – how much of our lives are we really alive? |
Don: |
(sighing) You expect an answer to that question? |
Cindy: |
No. At this stage, the only thing I really expect is death . . . |
Whenwearenaked
andalonetogether
the world outside
no longer exists
Onlytherotundityofyourbosums
andthefragranceofyiurwumb
have vividness
Thosemoments
wearetogetherthe
universebecomes
a wondrous place
Ah - I wish
thosemoments
couldbecome
thesemom
entsandalbondariesbet
weenuscouldbeer
℞aised.