The Green Pajamas

Anna Day


Sri Lankan peach trees and the swarming
Her window opens to that blue ocean view

   Her oval eyes are overflowing
   Wants to become the Harlem moon
   I'd rather she ravish me in the snowing
   On a day in the good years we've been friends

Her body looks so well slept in
Slow smokey whispers from the candle-salad room

   Her oval eyes are overflowing
   Wants to become the Harlem moon
   I'd rather she ravish me in the snowing
   On a day in the good years we've been friends


She writes so deeply in the morning
All holy winter in a rain that smells like mint

   Her oval eyes are overflowing
   Wants to become the Harlem moon
   I'd rather she ravish me in the snowing
   On a day in the good years we've been friends


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by Eric Lichter
(c) 1999 Eric Lichter BMI