photo by juan patino

It was a face which darkness could kill

in an instant

a face as easily hurt

by laughter or light

‘we think differently at night’

she told me once

lying back languidly

And she would quote Cocteau

‘I feel there is an angel in me’ she’d say

‘whom i am constantly shocking’

then she would smile and look away

light a cigarette for me

sigh and rise

and stretch

her sweet anatomy

let fall a stocking

-Lawrence Ferlinghetti, from Pictures of the Gone World.