there's nothing I want more
	than to reside in a cloud of white goose down
	held aloft by avian whispers
	like a midnight aphrodite baking in the sun
	while apollo's arrows rain down upon my skin
	and i'll hear your distant whispers
	and those of your band
	grinding softly in the next room
	gnawing faintly on the edges of my childhood dreams
	as your words flit softly over my skin
	a compliment lingering at a hip or thigh
	they'll wonder how you found a prize like me
	and cheer you for your private treasure
	waiting patiently in the virgin harem of the next room
	and i'll let you have your spotlight
	as i dance happily in my own
	dreaming of a childhood lost
	and of goddesses i'd never been
	and of priestesses i'd hope to become
	and of warriors i'd never marry
	as i wait
	patiently
	softly
	expectantly
	for you.