Ursula

Why hurt me with your truth, leave me with your dreams, melt me lemon blue, with your bows and cologne, and easy ballet scenes, would you see me home, against a wall of tunes, dance lightly as a bee, turn me pink as yellow dew, treat me like Shalome, invade all my territory, then just leave alone, your garrotted satin shoes, splay like tambourines, shredding all my tissues, make me wait go on, you’ve someone else to see, we will let you know, talk is cheap.