Vase;

House of empty vases. Enter left:

He closes door, moves in rhythmic 4/4 time, she moves at steady 3/4 time before speeding through hallway. 

For a second they stop, and time slows. In a second she saw the dead roses in his glassy stare.

He saw the rain stains on her lips.

"Find my centrefold." He say.

She say, "origami me into oblivion."

And in some toss,

in some turn,

They changed and time sped.

His eyes dripping tulips, and heathers, pulls long branches out of lid.

She say:

"Pull more, please. Shove and push daises."