Number 8 by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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
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