Ita

Don’t tempt me with youth, leave me high on dreams, melt me lemon blue, ply your perfumes and bows, and easy ballet scenes, rather than be alone, create lovely tunes, dance dainty as a bee, smother me in yellow glue, boil away my bones, and gently tease, where I need to follow, my pink satin shoes, splay like tambourines, over blistered plastered toes, don't let me near the phone, if you’ve someone else to see, one kiss won’t quell my groans, nor visions of the sea.