I can feel her story
Written on my body
I want her to write mine
In her mind
In her mind
Across time
A tart moment in time
Defined by my defenstrated state of mind
Falling with glassy smiles
Echoed in my eyes
What to do with beauty?
I have never been quite sure
Closer to the moon than Earth I have never felt so pure
What things have a value beyond a borrowed glory?
My vision of her pricelessness weighed against my worth
For Jeanette Winterson