this is her
only experience of
sun light
though my expectations hide
her beauty
she only smiles on my desires
This is the only sunlight
that allows me to
appraise her
I must be
loaded
to see her an Angelica in
a sable top draped over
loose shoulders,
the muscular
suspension of a
neck tied
to a vulnerable chest
a flashing
smile, quick
as the jocular
rhythm
of her hair
and the flash
of her wrist
I must be
drunk to see
her
and drugged
to enjoy a rhythm
but the moment she turns from me
chokes me