segunda-feira, agosto 02, 2010

Beat (10)

Number 8 - a poem by Lawrence Ferlinghetti

It was a face which darkness could kill
in an instant
a face as easily hurtby 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 mesigh and rise

and stretch
her sweet anatomy

let fall a stocking

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