She Sleeps

She walks with a

Permanent half-smile

On her face,

She tastes like an avocado

On my tongue.
Her smile 
Crinkles up my world.

She forgives me my cruelties

After midnight

So that's when I call her.

Sleep smoothes away the bumps

I cause in her synapses.

Every years she's getting older

And every year she remains the same.

She spends her allowance on expensive

Stickers that she sticks on cards to me:

Tweety the Bird proclaims her affection

For me, and put

My self-conscious attempts at amatory poetry

To shame.