which of her two eyes do i like most?
one is brown, the other a grey-green.
how we met, i know.
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.
would she - “want to go again?” - “yes,” she would.
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