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Rhyme unintentional, she made me do it.
The airplane world and mindscape music,
mindscape: the Otherworld, the endless airport
is a fairyland, carefree, cheering, full of hopes.
ď3C,Ē utters my dream incarnate, breathless,
ďMy nameís Catherine, Iím your hostess for the flight.Ē
The voice, the face, the grace , the stareó
itís the unattainable Catherine Deneuve,
ďComment allez-vous, ma cher?Ē
She smiles blanks, I do not care,
I thank fortune; in heaven
soon Iíll be, with you. ďSeven.
Crown Seven.Ē Sheís ready at my call and beckon,
small talk, sheís class act, a perfect hostess,
after all itís business class.
Mindscape: the silver ship runs for the takeoff,
mindscape: the dreamy music, please donít stop,
my Catherine brings libations, her peerless makeup
steals my gaze. Iím a robot- I chew ice, I drink the slop.
I forget to buckle up,
she leans to me Ė itís paradise!!! -
I imbibe her warmth, her breasts, her thighs!
With petals of her fingernails she collects the crinkly cup.
My Catherine serves me!
Offers steak, a sirloin tip, a verdant salad,
with the same heart-stirring grace,
Serenade I write, a ballad,
To the bewitching Gallic face.
I wrote these words of adoration,
I placed it into her tender hands,
then waited, listened to the whine of the jets,
I canít doze off; the 3B talks to me as if weíre friends.
I canít respond, for Iím immersed in admiration
of my Catherine, my airborne Queen of France.
I watch the earth, the outlines of Chesapeake,
thirty minutes till Newark,
at myself I laugh Ė Iím mawkishly romantic, meek,
should in shame I disembark?
She smiled, she fed me, she gave me drink,
but no more for me a slimy leach.
Mindscape music, Anotherworld,
suddenly- I canít believe, I blink-
the fair hand, its skin milk and peach
gives me a note, with a nimble press,
ďI caní t talk. Call me.Ē The hotel, the e-mail, the phone numbers, the address!
and her name for me too keep.