She leans against the wall
pale left hand on her waist
one eye out the window
one on my sheets - tobacco
and crescents of hasish
she walks slow to the window
lifts the curtain
and folds it back
so the bent oblong of sun
hoists itself across the room
framing the bed
and my bent arm
she is crossng the sun
sits on her leg here
sweeping off the makings
traces the thin bones on me
turns toppling slow on my stomach
Shiva Shihva Shivaaah
I am very still
I take in all the angles of the room
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can't stop smiling. vivid.
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