Thursday, May 29, 2008

Polka dotted blues drape her body

And she wears a smile.

People think she’s charming,

Bubbly like the froth

In a goblet of champagne.

I’d have thought the same too…and happily

Only if she hadn’t said

“My eyes are stars

They can only twinkle.

Forgive my up-curving lips.

They can only smile.”