which of her two eyes
do i like most?
one is brown, the other
a grey-green.
how we met, i know.
but
how we loved, i do not know.
she fucks rich men
and model girls
and she is here with me —
the duality of vision,
one of her two-colored eyes
must take pity on me.
i act like i'm surprised
but her god complex is
a mirror of my own.
will she be mad if
i tell her i love her
one more time?
i use my right hand
to hold her neck
and i kiss her on the left,
peering at the brown eye,
the eyelid mostly shut.
great sex
makes you think,
love
makes you wonder.
lucky for me:
my brain is firm
in these sheets,
not skyscapes.
lucky, too:
would she - “want to
go again?” - “yes,”
she would.