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 the hollowed 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 pallid skin
Like a crimson rose unraveling in the bitter snow?
Ah, I know that girl.
She is a comet with no tale to tell;
A song that will not sing
And a voice that will not speak;
A pleasant face rouged by tears
And sincerely me,
The girl with the rosy cheeks.