With a crooked smile and a heart-shaped face
Comes from the west country where the birds sing bass
She's got a house-big heart where we all live
Plead and council and forgive
Her widow's peak, her lips I've kissed
A glove of bones at her wrist
And I've held in my hand
Her Spanish fly and her monkey gland
Her godly body and its fourteen stations
That I have embraced, her palpitations
Her unborn baby crying 'Mummy'
Against the rubble of her body
Her lovely lidded eyes I've sipped
Her fingernails all pink and chipped
Her accent, which I'm told is broad
That I have heard, and has been poured
Into my human heart and filled me
With love up to the brim and killed me
And rebuilt me back anew
With something to look forward to
Who could ask much more than that?
West country girl with a big fat cat
Looks into her eyes of green
And meows 'He loves you', then meows again.
I just want to float away with those strings. And I just LOVE when I get struck by inspiration in the middle of class...not. My creativity has awful timing. but now I have an idea for a new painting.
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