With your mauve
Pillow.
And your laddered tights
With your neat
Covers.
And your midnight
Eyes.

With your sisters in
The suburbs.
With your ballerinaÂ’s
Grace.

You smile and
I am blessed.
You laugh and
I am possessed.

You climb
The clouds caress.
Yes, I am blessed.
Yes, I am blessed.

With your grey
Denim.
And your hostile(?)
life.
With your teeth
Missing.
And you mystic eyes.

With your tenderness
And trouble.
With your son
Against your breast.

You smile and
I am blessed.
You laugh and
I am possessed.

You climb
The clouds caress.
Yes, I am blessed.
Yes, I am blessed.

You smile and
I am blessed.
You lie and
I am dust.

And you ride
LondonÂ’s wilderness.
Yes, I am blessed.
Yes, I am blessed.