Ante vitam

 brushes the curtain aside presenting herself 
windowless room
Purple fabric smooth and alluring
almost a smile

Existence is a cube
Present moment is this room
Inside the core of some rare building
timeless and unidentified uncivilized

she uses the curtain to conceal her body
and looks out as predator
suddenly blushing and hiding once again
as if the prey

The ancient brick inside the room belches
rhythmically
she begins to dance
very unashamedly

the floor warms
the room becomes a stomach
the curtain covering the extremities
comes alive to taunt the observer

The woman moves in unison with that purple glow
Never giving herself away
Yet such heavy promises emerge from her
That initial smile takes shape

The room pulsates and the brick melts
there are no doors nor windows
No past and no future
The smile rouses you into animation

as if you were a corpse for your entire life until this place
happened to you