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.