Calm My Magenta Complexion
Calm my magenta complexion;
Soothe my blue evening bed
In the lavender trees.
Tall mama, tell me a stand,
A wintry bedtime tale:
Vox frigida concers
Somnus vincit omnia.
Bring your always worn lips
And your quite often gloss.
With the unmentioned aurora
Underneath both our eyes,
Sleep beneath Eros’s amour skies
Near the welcoming autumnal breeze.
