It was a face which darkness could kill <br /> in an instant <br />a face as easily hurt <br /> by laughter or light <br /> <br /> 'We think differently at night' <br /> she told me once <br />lying back languidly <br /> <br /> And she would quote Cocteau <br /> <br />'I feel there is an angel in me' she'd say <br /> 'whom I am constantly shocking' <br /> <br /> Then she would smile and look away <br /> light a cigarette for me <br /> sigh and rise <br /> <br />and stretch <br /> her sweet anatomy <br /> <br /> let fall a stocking<br /><br />Lawrence Ferlinghetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/number-8/
