Number 8

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


by Lawrence Ferlinghetti