For my girlfriend
You say, at night
'there is nothing to leer at'
and I say, at night,
pause, grasping to thoughts,
thin grained things between finger tips,
You are wrong.
I leer at the way you utter your words,
softly, quietly, as if breathing them.
Your round, curved body,
without papered gloss,
speaking to me with pink lips.
And for the same reason,
pills dance across my tongue,
I let you sing.
Love, I leer at you when I sleep,
when you sleep,
Daydreams sped up euphoria.