NORTH FACE  

he entered through the north facing window
dirty fingers deep
in second hand pockets, he wondered
if she was real

older than her eyes
younger than her face
cracks forming around the edges
of her drugstore smile
he found memory braided into her hair
asked her to loosen it
wanted her to set it free

Through the  haze his gaze
weakened her rage
through the haze her gaze
fed his need
they drank themselves
under the noise
woke drowned in quiet blame

He left through the north facing window
dirty fingers deep
in second hand pockets
she wondered  if he was real

© 2006 Lara Thesenvitz