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