I am an island

I am an island...

Far from the beaten shore...

I beat my face with powder...

And prepare my lipstick....

A cream nude pink slightly tangerine golden

A flesh Belle de Joure

I'm often in tattered rags....

Lingerie and heels....

In my view there is water

Off set by the sun and crescent moon

I beg and plead for passion

And handbags

And a trinket or two

But alas I am a mere island

Unworthy of you.