Scene Zero

Behind a screen

Of red green blue

She is entrapped

And breaks

As luster abandons

Her eyes once so luminous

And before him

She stands

In a white paper

Suffused with her

Painted in

Colors quite different

Between never and forever

Both dance

And tear off the heavy

Garments of now

But the curtain has

To eventually fall

And instead of the end

It’s written  

That to love

There is no moral lesson