(In which a movie from years ago redeemed me.)
***
I see golden sand dunes
And hand-beaded sheer fabric
Dancing to the tune
Of wind waves
Behind my eyelids.
Tambourines, strings
and flutes reverberate
Alanis Morisette whisper the sound track
of my midnight fantasies.
My midnight fantasies
Of iron-clad, sword-wielding, long-haired god.
And Alanis Morisette whispering in falsetto.
And I was glad.
That this time
The song's not for you...
April 11
