so what

somewhere around four

the booze crowd had slowed

gone on to other better parties

or fallen asleep drinks in hand

we were rolling papers

talking of a better world to come

& Miles came on

somebody said something

sounded soft to say

this cat can blow

& my head opened

could feel

what the man was putting down

there was pain there in a call to love

some simple lust mixed with raw sex

the right kind dirty no law rules

beyond fucking into the right stuff

where looking at yourself mirror morning

hurts deep into blushing chest

which I felt now as loss

that I did not know

such a woman

who could kill me

like this

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