A cigarette between her lips
Pink like a satin rose
And from her mouth the smoke goes
Floating towards Mother Moon in ringlets
A head of hair like Marilyn
A honey headed luster
With her curls, so still and wild
Eye you like a jaguar child
A nose thin like her fingers
But long like her face
A set of eyes that dance when she doesn't
That shine beryl and jade
With lashes like her fringed boots
And ashes in her hair
She wants a different woman for you
But she still wants to be there