Lithe and lovely

Eritrean girl

high cheek bones

pearly whites

chocamocha

café latte

has me staring at her

aquiline nose.

"Hey G. I!

You buy hashish today?"

Smoke rings and purple haze

scotch and water

tobacco and hash

I take the pipe.

she takes the glass

Slow dancing

hits and sips

mouths exchanging intoxicants

taking off the edge

softening the focus

gettin in the mood

curfew’s passed

I'm staying the night.

It's a high

exploring each other

smoke touching me

lips on her body

‘till fingertips uncover

missing pieces.

Scars and cuts

mutilations

bud nipped from

a stunted flower.

How does man maim

God’s perfection?

Will she stare at the ceiling

if we love

looking for cobwebs to dust

in the morning?

Going through the motion

sipping on her drink?

It is not a night for love

or caressing scars.

Instead a night for a purple dream

to forget what I have seen.

She smiles as I pass the pipe

and take her glass.

Originally published in fictionique

http://fictionique.com/?p=13942

photo: Hornlight.org