Thinking at
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

--- "#13"
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Beat Poets
Carmela Ciuraru, Editor
© 2002 Everyman's Library

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