Mine
With my fine golden hair
flowing from my face
Naked underneath
my lime green robe
which drapes itself softly
fringing well-sunned hands
whose tapering fingers
are capped with shiny pink nails
I sit by a glass door
reflecting the beauty
I didn’t care to share
this evening
flowing from my face
Naked underneath
my lime green robe
which drapes itself softly
fringing well-sunned hands
whose tapering fingers
are capped with shiny pink nails
I sit by a glass door
reflecting the beauty
I didn’t care to share
this evening
Written in 1977 Copyright © Catherine G. Tripp