Lolita in a World of My Own

for Vladimir Nabokov

we turn
to each other
in a wet kiss
the scent
of her tousled hair

liquid moonlight
splashing her face
the small o
of her crimson mouth
as I unzip her jeans

she wears her panties
with a man's eye in mind
her young body
contains a life story
as much as her brain

the conversation
of our sweaty bodies
she asks me
what remains of this
behind-closed-doors relationship

Atlas Poetica, 30, 2017