i'm tripping 'neath the glow of earnest street lights.
pavement wet with hours past rain.
and there she is,
waiting in slippers.
i haven't much,
just these cigarettes
and a pocket
full of coins.
she smiles hearing them jingle,
and she's glad he came.
like a butterfly wrapped in gauze,
her heart shudders.
one million rows of crooked teeth,
and smiling lips she can't stop kissing.
this is her beast, she breaths.
she smells sweet from yards away.
he is afraid of all the greatness she sees in his eyes.
