The Girl with the Rosy Cheeks

The Girl With the Rosy Cheeks

Who is that girl with the rosy cheeks—

Who glides seamlessly over the cracked earth in razor stilettos?

Who is that girl with the rosy cheeks—

Who wanders beneath hollow skyscrapers

With the moon on her back

And the sun in her eyes?

Who is that girl with the rosy cheeks—

Whose floral lips bloom upon porcelain skin

Like a crimson rose unraveling upon the snow?

Ah, I know that girl.

She is a comet with no tale to tell

She is a song that cannot sing

and a voice that cannot speak,

A pleasant face rouged by tears.

She is none other than me,

Sincerely,

The girl with the rosy cheeks