she was made of ice & stars & diamonds all silver glitter & winter her name was cinderella hair white as moonlight the color of bones, ghosts slinky gunslinger walk flowerstem swansneck bare thighs so pale beneath the little pleated school girl skirt round, sweet, succulent ripe fruit, skin stretched to bursting over achingly plump flesh sink my teeth into those gorgeous peachflesh thighs she drifted across the room materializing before me in a swirl of silk and cashmere and cigarette smoke she smelled like a rosegarden after a violent thunderstorm her voice low, husky black cigarette flickering between her white fingers gold tip glittering between her lips beautiful hands pale, long-boned fingers, pianists hands we swayed in the street waiting for a taxi giddy with wine & anticipation gouts of steam rose like ghosts from sewer grates twitched in the wind and floated away a black thread of crows unspooled from the rattling canopy of iron cables as we crossed the bridge we glided between rows of sparkling trees watercolor leaves fluttering silver dollar moon rose her hair whipped across my face smelling of indian incense, persimmon spice and honey we climbed the stairs to her room a room the color of dandelions sunlit gauze fell from big golden windows on the scarred oak table wax pears in a clay bowl a lamp with a beaded shade there was a scent of honey of smoke, of leaves she slipped out of her dress and lay naked on the featherbed hidden behind clouds of mosquito netting flung back on the pillows her pale hair tumbling down the side of the bed like ropes of pearls stroking herself like a cat the heat in the room was stifling leaves against the blue rain-streaked window flickered like flames in the night we slept sometimes i woke with her lying on top of me and the candles glowing and her teeth in my flesh and the darkness washing over again
2005
by Lake e. Lou
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1 comments by livinginoctober You write so beautifully.