through the kiss | i watched her song in the mirror.
the notes dwelt, arms outstretched : a man with blue,
seeping eyes.
her voice fluttered and hissed while she swayed,
fluttered and hissed like a tape : i recalled
that johannesburg night, the smoke chanted jazz club,
the audience drowsy, wild bees toying with
the idea of love.
and her beautiful. i watched the end of my cigarette,
the smoke twisting as it fell into space, frayed
ends of blond hair.
and her words faded. i turned to the white woman
at the bar next to me - we let the first kiss, her arm static
as it brushed nightflakes against mine.

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