Where the desert met the seaI met sweet AmelieIn my imagination.
I was once in Berlin or in Stuttgart or WienBut you get the pictureOn a grey afternoon seeing her made me swoonAt her…
Oh, Wanda, my dearHow long have I waitedFor your cheeky demeanorFor your feminine touch…Though it’s been, what, two decades?And you’ve gotten much meanerI won’t lie to you, WandaI want you very much
A fair verse portrait — that was what I planned,Which meant, to start, some iambs of your faults.I find you wind the mantle clock too…