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Polka Dots and Moonbeams

Polka Dots and Moonbeams

A country dance was being held in a garden
I felt a bump and heard an "Oh, beg your pardon"
Suddenly I saw - polka dots and moonbeams
All around a pug-nosed dream

The music started, and was I the perplexed one
I held my breathe, and said "May I have the next one?"
In my frightened arms - polka dots and moonbeams
Sparkled on a pug-nosed dream

There were questions in the eyes of other dancers
As we floated over the floor
There were questions but my heart knew all the answers
And perhaps a few things more

Now in a cottage, built of lilacs and laughter
I know the meaning, of the words: "ever after"
And I'll always see polka dots and moonbeams
When I kiss my pug-nosed dream
Johnny Burke and Jimmy Van Heusen; for the 1942 film The Road to Morocco starring Crosby and Hope
Damn she's cute as a button, sweet, sincere. Today her hair flowed from her head like water, like a mythic goddess's tresses while she sits in contemplation over a small reflection pool, suggesting a Medusa, not of horror, but of youthful joyousness and abandon. She reminds me of Starbuck's mermaid before corporate sameness wore off her edges and smoothed away the suggestion of her nakedness.

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medianet
Aug. 21st, 2005 05:31 am (UTC)
Beautiful writing. I like your style. You're gorgeous.
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