Pirouetting down a frosty road
She put a ladder in her tights
Illuminating what is a dark wintry period
She smiles in time with the 49
While I’m napping ‘til Dame street
Soft as foreplay, her coat’s bright red, her soul green
Her eyes embarrassing
Her fingers painted blue and touched
A double knit yellow glove dream
After an e, a rainbow
She and her things will be one massive blue hue
And you and she will be too