Of Love and Other Things
She lay next to him Their naked bodies touching accidently Everytime he moved unconsciously. She lay next to him The smell of the cigarrete smoke Filling her hair. She lay next to him Reading Neruda and his boisterous adventures Of love and other things, Feeling his warm breath on her Smelling the faint musky smell Of his perfume. And then, When she heard his slight rhythmic snores She looked at his face, the scar on his eyebrow The little black mole beneath his lips And she imagined his voice and his laugh. She took a long puff From the almost burned out cigarette And then, slowly, careful not to wake him up She turned in his arms To face the other side. She lay quitely next to him And heard his rhythmic snores And felt his warm, beautiful breathe on her And she finallly sobbed her heart out Thinking about the many unfulfilled loves And the many lost dreams. She sobbed Thinking of his beautiful eyes and the way he kissed. Originally written on