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