Edie Carey

Accidental Poet

Edie Carey


As usual 
The door is secured 
With a muted click 
And a closing of the eyes 

Finally we face each other 
Bodies sterile for the rite 
Soon she folds me in 
With Coca-Cola eyes 
And the never-ending everywhere kiss 

She's always pure in love, in anger 
She's a poet although accidentally 
She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god 
Kissing god 

So alive 
Curled in her secret corner 
I drink the different tears 
And afterwards asleep 
Her breath a low whistle 
I listen long and breathe deep 

She's always pure in love, in anger 
She's a poet although accidentally 
She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god 
Kissing god 

Then harsh light invades 
We linger and linger 
'Til our growling middles 
Force us to rise 

Like mischievous children 
We clean up our mess 
And we dress quickly 
Sneaking one last 
Gorgeous glimpse 

She's always pure in love, in anger 
She's a poet although accidentally 
She said it's like tasting fire or kissing god 
Kissing god