The carpet white
The furniture plush and egg
Down the spiral staircase she descends
in shimmering trembling negligee
The only white not of her
her blushed nipples her engine lipstick
She takes to theatre her little ladder
to do the little morning garden
Shears sharp and silver her idiomatic
She nips the hanging ivy.
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