Brett Anderson
"Blessed"

With your mauve
Pillow.
And your laddered tights
With your neat
Covers.
And your midnight
Eyes.

With your sisters in
The suburbs.
With your ballerina's
Grace.

You smile and
I am blessed.
You laugh and
I am possessed.

You climb
The clouds caress.
Yes, I am blessed.
Yes, I am blessed.

With your grey
Denim.
And your hostile(?)
life.
With your teeth
Missing.
And you mystic eyes.

With your tenderness
And trouble.
With your son
Against your breast.

You smile and
I am blessed.
You laugh and
I am possessed.

You climb
The clouds caress.
Yes, I am blessed.
Yes, I am blessed.

You smile and
I am blessed.
You lie and
I am dust.

And you ride
London's wilderness.
Yes, I am blessed.
Yes, I am blessed.