If she were standing naked by the windowStaring off at the light of concentration yardsAcross the river and the same light were dancingLike blue savages down the lines of her bodyTurning just so while tin music of a distant radio...
If she were standing naked by the windowStaring off at the light of concentration yardsAcross the river and the same light were dancingLike blue savages down the lines of her bodyTurning just so while tin music of a distant radio...