Malakhova

Malakhova
With your citrine eyes
Your desert smile
Your cascading caresses
Atavistic art, written in your elbow

Put on your red shoes baby
Keep inventory of affiances
Used to scrape by on truculent anecdotes
She now treaded on the blond walls

Put on your red gloves, time for you
Scent of claret, no more flight
Gold caterwauling reservoir
Let me be with you tonight

Oh Malakhova, oh Malakhova
Let me be with you tonight
Oh Malakhova, oh Malakhova

Time for solace
Morning time walks
Nobody blessing her moonlit eyes
Sedentary she was
She’s beyond everyone now
She lives on in her verdant strides
Paving the way for everyone

Put on your red trace, lovely
Wear it no matter their qualms
You have any light you desire
Let me be just yours tonight

Put on your red shoes baby
Keep inventory of affiances
Gold caterwauling reservoir
Let me be with you tonight

Malakhova