Mary Elizabeth say git up girl
stop sittin' round like spilled whisky
Wrinkles had melted into thick blades carressing the lining of her forehead
There were effortless indentations channeled into both cheeks that
fostered her past regalness
Her underskirts smelled of "Evening in Paris"
which was little more than a rank smell of rubbing alcohol and pressed flowers
She had named herself after a flower
Violet
She liked the hidden fruit of it
Sweet Violet veiled in her tea and syrup
She was Violet - Aphrodite's sanctified flower
She was Violet consecrated
She was sugar on the floor
Gritty
Sticky
Sacrosanct
Mary Elizabeth say
She was born Brazilian chocolate
Too pretty to cover from summer's sun
Or winter's cold
Royalty
She was an invention of love - like prayer
She was passion suffering
An offering to joy
Violence moving past caress
She was supernatural moving by tongue
Mary Elizabeth say git up girl
You are my dwelling
The place where my eyes rest
This is not the day to bury love
There is no eulogy swelling in my mouth
Mary Elizabeth say git up girl
You my sugar
Hallowed, holy and blessed
Brazilian Chocolate
Too pretty to cover from summer's sun
My sugar
The olive of my oil
Git up girl
Mary Elizabet say git up!
