I keep my wine on the window sill
And drink its chill
When I am ill
Or sick of being Ursula Undress
In a bikini on a beach
With Dr No Means No
Or is it Pussy Galore
Who purrs
And lets Gold finger
Her ambitions?
I want to be a girl in a Cure song
An artistic enigma
With rainy black eyes
Unconcerned with silent phones
Charlotte sometimes.
When it beguiles me
Chablis makes a Goddess
Of my desires
And I am unseduced
By the love of
Mortal men.
