Blessed

With your mauve Pillow.

And your laddered tights

With your neat Covers.

And your midnight Eyes.

With your sisters in The suburbs.

With your ballerina’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 your 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

London’s wilderness.

Yes, I am blessed.

Yes, I am blessed.