a woman in my bed

turquoise stripped sweater, decorated in a bed of
red hair, a sweet scent of winter's yesterday,
and hands of a princess.

she is a strange child, looking at the television
set stray eyed and in love with all the different
figurines dancing in the sky.

miss-matched socks and last year blue
jeans, she lay on my bed, looking at
the television set turn channels and
speak in foreign tongues to her.

oh, how sweet a child she is, decorated
in a turquoise stripped sweater, wearing a
bed of red hair, a sweet scent of
winter's yesterday, and hands of a princess.