We kiss in the backseat of a yellow taxi, <br />her eyes fill with violet mascara, <br />a shoe drops. <br /> <br />She ask I could taste her lipstick, <br />an opium eater her head thrown back; <br />arms over her shoulders resting <br />on the small fur she wore as a scarf.<br /><br />Bernard Henrie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lives-of-unread-poems/
