The Contestant

I could not miss your boudoir and starve of paradise Since that day when from Ellis Island I saw you Your lamp held to guide my ship ... the only disguise Your brothel nakedness still drew desires to you And your lips had words like honey running down They told me I would find you here, freelancing For the butcher and baker from every where. Town After town they emptied to follow you here. Dancing Still on table tops, my heart a quivering palm tree Stood in pride and jealousy ... do you not ever long To cast off the slur from the sour littany of pedigree Can you not for my love sake prove them all wrong? You are so free, so free, your liberty is killing me And while you whore with them I sadly pine for thee.