She had eaten the canary…
Her green eyes glinted:
Balked at her lips,
Lithe soundless laughter
Shook her shoulders.
Bewildered, he lit
Two cigarettes abreast—
Kissing their length,
Thrilled at the intimate ritual.
She took one of her own:
Her eyes slid down her nose,
Darted through the flame
Of the match she held,
And warily crept over him,
Watching him crumble.
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