she comes from a stockpile ov friendly fire

she said tell me your darkest secrets,
and she looked me,
in the dead ov my eyes.

and
I told her,
I doubt you want to know
and
she said,
I do.

her toes
caressing my lips 
singings
towards
our future.

we fucked
all night
and
had a
grand slam breakfast
come
morning.

- Alfred Huete

11 October,2010