Edie Carey Accidental Poet
As usual
the door is secured
with a muted click
and a closing of the eyes
Finally we face each other
bodies sterile for the rite
Soon she folds me in
with Coca-Cola eyes
And the never-ending everywhere kiss
She's always pure in love, in anger
She's a poet although accidentally
She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god
Kissing god
So alive
curled in her secret corner
I drink the different tears
And afterwards asleep
her breath a low whistle
I listen long and breathe deep
She's always pure in love, in anger
She's a poet although accidentally
She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god
Kissing god
Then harsh light invades
we linger and linger
'Til our growling middles
force us to rise
Like mischievous children
we clean up our mess
And we dress quickly
sneaking one last
gorgeous glimpse
She's always pure in love, in anger
She's a poet although accidentally
She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god
Kissing god
