heterochromia

which of her two eyes

do i like most?

one is brown, the other

a grey-green.

how we met, i know.

but

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.

lucky, too:

would she - “want to

go again?” - “yes,”

she would.