Sunday, February 11, 2007
they fold up
These are loose women who smoke by themsleves.
You meet them up at night and leave after coffee, like friends,
in the morning. They're all young, they all want
your eyes, your attention. They like to laugh
and act so refined. If you go for a walk in the hills,
watch out for the rain: they fold up like little girls.
But they know how to make love. Know more than a man.
They're alive and so sleek, and even when naked
they'll talk with their usual spirit.
-- cesare pavese Sphere: Related Content