Careful Foot

Flower
Oh, sweet flower
You will freeze to death out there
Where the angels
Hold their breath
In the glossy, winter air.

Watch me-
I'm stepping
So loosely on this ice
Gliding dangerously
Toward some golden sprain
Oh, its happened more than twice.

This isn't like me
I'm a nice girl
I am careful and degradable
I don't touch boys
With ugly manners...
[But it's easily persuadable.]

So get off
Of my pretty mouth
With that radiant, burning taste
The electric-static
Poet words
Of some love you love to waste.

Watch me-
I'm flying
Borne head and heels above the ground
But I see it coming
Loose my footing
And as always,
You stay high
And I come tumbling down.