Beauty In a Box

beauty in a box look at her blush we dream little foolish dreams of her she just smiles and asks for coins her hair dyed blue and silver her eyes dyed green her pouting lips curl at the trash mouth who talks in such little letters you rebound with compliments and roses little gestures she gets all the day long little men in camera frame dark ones and bright eyed sultry ones tumble out onto her soft bed like clowns falling from their miniature car see them laugh see them cry all little men come calling roses in hand beauty in a box watch her rattle round comes close to the camera kisses blown soft velvet and neat her laugh tenderly in my ear i linger in her eyes and see sunlight there