ME AND THE MANNEQUIN
I was sitting in the tube
Next to my just purchased mannequin.
Something was created by us, between us. I could do nothing else than to respect that.
As she sits next to me in the tube
People are spectators,
Not just me or her as an individual
But the combination of both
the combination of us
as the line continues
I discover her beauty
Our connection expands,
as does our crowd
My eyes on her
all eyes on us.
Her hand slightly bended
Following the shape of my waist.
A cold and hard touch, but still the warm and welcoming feeling of two open arms. As my body slowly heats up the solid substance that is ‘her’ and my chest slowly moves up and down as the support of my lungs, I feel her presents next to me. Her static and robotic presence, way of being.
as a guard over the night. Laying in her motionless solid arms, slowly
I sleep in. Her face close to mine, but only my breath that is stroking her cheeks, leaving a trace of warmness,
as her hand stays slightly bended
following the shape of my waist.