You’re a dangerous child
With your dark eyes
And silly dreams
Drinking tea with poison lips
And buzzing bees with deadly fingertips

You’re a lovely teen
With manipulative ways
And martyr friends
Doing your deeds to delicious ends
Laughing at the boys in their lovesick craze

You’re a trophy wife
With outrageous claims
And lying ways
Drinking your tea with poison lips
And doing your deeds to delicious ends

A splash, a spark
The feathered chest of a lark

The soft and mellow,
lovely touch of yellow

Dashed across streets
and flickering in lights
wrapped around bananas
and glowing in in the sun so bright

There it is, that simple thing
in the heart of the stars I wish upon,
quietly remembering.