It was a face which darkness could kill 
in an instant

a face as easily hurt
by 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 me
sigh and rise
and stretch
her sweet anatomy

let fall a stocking 

-Lawrence Ferlinghetti, from Pictures of the Gone World.

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