The Diplomat
The diplomat has gone away
Leaving the dark stamp of her eyes
Between my breath and blood.
She employs a car to go across town
A meeting with a minister of state
Who dreams of the point where her legs meet her waist
As he sips his tea.
I never knew her well yet there was an invitation
Slipped beneath my door
The last night I was at a party
Lost against the crowds, searching for a ride home.
Perhaps she knows me through some secret source.
Here beauty wears a fan of silence
A pale fragile white Russian artifact with highlights red and black
Her lips, the sparkle of her eyes.
When I think of her words
I think of her breath
Her mouth her lips
As they part and moisten with the sound.
She has gone away, I don't miss her
For a true diplomat she has set me at ease
With a few kind words.
(For Mia B. 1985)
Leaving the dark stamp of her eyes
Between my breath and blood.
She employs a car to go across town
A meeting with a minister of state
Who dreams of the point where her legs meet her waist
As he sips his tea.
I never knew her well yet there was an invitation
Slipped beneath my door
The last night I was at a party
Lost against the crowds, searching for a ride home.
Perhaps she knows me through some secret source.
Here beauty wears a fan of silence
A pale fragile white Russian artifact with highlights red and black
Her lips, the sparkle of her eyes.
When I think of her words
I think of her breath
Her mouth her lips
As they part and moisten with the sound.
She has gone away, I don't miss her
For a true diplomat she has set me at ease
With a few kind words.
(For Mia B. 1985)
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