Why do I enjoy the taste of her nicotine kisses?
She is cold, motionless eyes and
Dirty yellow hair undone and tossled behind
Her distracted ears and emperess expression.
Hiding a careless, inquisitive mind,
She laughs sober, but heart drunken,
To tease and taunt meaninglessly at my
Played up errors.
Placing two hands suddenly on my chest to
Slide right down and silence me.
Quieting me with her deliborate passion.
Calming me with an angel's curves.
Rising above, around, beneath, within
A tangle of voiceless bodies, we move and breathe
As if our twin souls had never been parted.
We act as if it were always this way,
Not the second time alone.
A day. A night. It passes quickly
With no goodbyes or second thoughts.
No drama or distinction between
The bodies of two strangers.
Yet with a saintly smile she returns to me.
Dress in motion, eyes pale and stone,
Lips curled and fingers parting to
Laugh again at my impish remarks
And settle the world away with a smirk.
These nights I cannot forget her.
My passionate memories faded by a grin,
Again and again as she let her laughter
Clothe us in innocence.
11/98
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