Up in the foreground of attic answer phone booths
She bends for the man that is never around
In time the lady lay spends
Scrubbing for money that she will never spent
This force bleeds from her
Hair and her
Nose and
Her soul which has flown from the netted empty window
Glass shines on her buttocks
Her pale white linen thighs
Thugs peer in her window to catch a glance
A heart filled woeful Romeo like stance
But she, only she, is interested in her stars and her dance
She loves for no one
She loves for her seat dressed in milk like silk
She undresses washes tosses her rose hair
Like a lion likes yawn dare
She holds no fear for she is danger
Ballet point permission she kisses the toes of her own beauty
She has fallen in and out of love
However many times she wishes
Rules forget themselves
When they are around her
I saw the size of her eyes
Meteor shot glass vacuum gaze spanning days
And the wash pan was a present
That only brought me to her descent
Slave to her magic holds true like the water from a fall
Like the pear to a tree
Like life is to death
Scrubbing for the job
The the man ordered then in theft
Promised her his heart
But left like a hand does the dart