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