Hallucinations

The glass is full, the bottle empty, He drowned
He drinks in the pleasure, as she lies beside him, smiling.
The smile that speaks of a thousand heartbreaks,
A thousand shards of something that was once free, innocent and whole.
A thousand years of hiding in shadow, running from shadows and chasing dreams.
The eyes of eternity, so deep, so sad, so innocent, so betrayed, so full of love.
Her hair flows like a waterfall, as do the tears that refuse to be seen.
She kisses him, full of passion, full of love, full of uncertainty.
Craving for the unknown, only to realize the light at the end of the tunnel is a train.
Wanting something to want, searching for something to search, she comes.
Living for the moment, a dead future, she lives in the past.
Longing for the lost, she blunders on, undresses herself.
Snatching bits of memory and emotion, she makes love.
She falls, yet hangs without relief. She dies, yet lives to do it again.
She takes herself to satisfaction, as she falls in love again.
She strokes his cheek, ruffles his hair, and says she loves him.
Or does she?

-Aviv Nair
7/8/2008