She is iffy, magical, <br />airy, alights <br />on branches in tonic <br />autumn, pays <br />retail, almost <br />has the hang <br />of multitudes of <br />its—ah, have <br />you seen her <br />shaving, <br />resplendent says my <br />mouth when <br />I'm not looking <br />which isn't often <br />I'll dream of <br />those eyes until <br />my coffin <br />two geckos on <br />the wall inside <br />my mind. Everyone <br />loves a lover, <br />she stares upon <br />stairs <br />disapproving, <br /> <br />moving.<br /><br />Larry Sawyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beatrice-descending-a-staircase/
