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