Heavenly Androgyne
The real girls danced
like moonbeams.
They were bare—
pictures of ivory.
They were dust.
And the boy
standing in his boots
by the wall—
the boy was as
beautiful as Eve.
Heavenly Androgyne
The real girls danced
like moonbeams.
They were bare—
pictures of ivory.
They were dust.
And the boy
standing in his boots
by the wall—
the boy was as
beautiful as Eve.