parts.

1st part
I am no precious wall flower ment to rot in this alley for too long if you know what I mean
Surely you would hate me for outrageously admitting the truth
Yet It has been deliriously exciting hasn't it and unbelievably simply
You would doubt me I guess
Now give me your hand
I wont
Why not Patrick?
I wont betray the sermon if I touch you once It will be twice and thrice if you seem to care about feelings and other fellow men
Cut the crap and take me by your side
Dont play the innocent lady
I wont, I promise, I would be as naughty as possible
Well, there goes a patrick turning into some other man you've desired him to be
Want that? What?
Stop explaining
I never did explain anything I just asked a question
But you didn't answer
Was I chosen to be anwered, it seemed as if the dust in the air would have been a better listener to your words
I don't know my beauty
Take that?
Take what for God's sake?
Answers? Do you really want them?
I don't care
I thought so
Where is it?
Where are your pronouns to begin with?
Questions, too much talking done here I wont be around for couple of weeks
Take that rose
Where?
Inside my mind.
You hung that there, what a nice place to choose
At least it can remain intact and fresh .. . as long as I want it to
-Takes the coat leaves-
Leaving we hear the insider voice of a stranger assumed to be the sound of the male character's interior child: Locked me inside my head, I don't want to fret but the time seems to juggle with my ideas. Bruises, never. But time would do its trick. . . I hope...
Woman does the same trick, she is a little gal;
Play with me. . . Don't play with me but play the violin instead but play. . . the game of hearts.
-Door knocks breaking her thinking, the door opens from outside remains opened and moves slowly as if the woman was invited or set free of the room, it is dark outside of the room-
-she stands up, goes to her destination, door is closed silently by her- zoom up her face and a naughty little smile joining the darkness-
2nd part
darkness
voices can be heard
the place is small
like a cubicle
like a closet
we see from up the woman and the man naked
holding each other
looking at themselves
somewhat dirty, as if they had been closed in there
they look up to us, the watchers
they suffer
and cry . . .
zooming out they become tiny and disappear suddenly.