A/N - this is the promised sequel to "I Am Satine, Smart, Beautiful and Modestly Lost." If you haven't read that, you can still read this but I still advise that you read "I am Satine" not only because it is a fabulous piece of work, haha, but because it will add insight to this story. Also in I Am Satine her daughter was named Nadine but I changed it to Juliet. Being the author I get to do stuff like that.

Disclaimer- now that I'm done flattering myself I'd like to deflate my head and say I don't own anything worth owning let alone Moulin Rouge. I do own a lot of shoes but I paid for them. Stealing isn't cool. I wrote this poem. Aren't I cool? Ok I'm shutting up now.


We kissed in the rain once. It washed away my makeup and caused his hair to fall moistly into his face. His lips were both powerful and soft as the pressed against mine. I don't remember much anymore, but I'll never forget that kiss.

I don't know who he is. My mind decays like the soil around me. He had green eyes that lit up when he smiled and his hands were soft and warm. That was more important then his name. I have no idea who I was.

Death is a cold, lonely eternity. Days, years, months, maybe centuries past. The only thing that me kept from fading away completely like everyone else was the memory of that kiss.

One not so important day I was trying to remember my name, because I thought perhaps then I could escape, when I heard an all too familiar voice whispering in my ear.

"Satine" it sobbed. It was a harsh, cracked voice, not like I remembered it. But it was unmistakable. I was suddenly flooded with memories.

I was sitting on a bed with satin sheets in a giant elephant. I was wearing a lacy black dress, it's collar leaving itchy lines in my neck. My hair was red again and thick. Beside me my green eyed man was sprawled scribbling something onto a piece of paper. I watched him lovingly and he looked up and smiled at me. Sitting up he kissed my jaw bone and I reveled in the sensation of having skin that felt. "I love you, Satine" he whispered.

Then I was a little girl, no more then seven or eight, playing in the yard of my father's house. I was in my Sunday dress but had pulled my bonnet of and the hot sun beat down on my exposed face. I rolled up my white lacy skirt and pulled off my new boots.

There was a little stream running through the yard, how could I have forgotten it? My toes ached as the cold water covered them. I reached out and grabbed for the green frog sitting moistly on a log. That was why I was here, of course. I tumbled into the water and soaked my best dress but I didn't care.

I emerged sopping but victoriously clutching the fat, green frog. I heard footsteps in the courtyard, my father. I realized only then what a mess I was. I dropped the frog, which quickly hopped back into the water, and tried to clean myself with an equally filthy handkerchief. My father stood at the gate. "Satine!"

Everything spun and I was in a room adorned with tinsel and holly and there was a candle lit tree sparkling in the middle of the room. I was hugely pregnant with my daughter; it was only a couple weeks before she was born. I was in Alice's house and it was Christmas.

Her children, Danielle, Pierre and Sadie were playing on the floor with their new toys and Alice was sitting next to me on her sofa in a soft pink dressing gown. She laughed and placed her hand beside mine on my swollen belly, feeling the unborn baby Juliet move. Alice's eye crinkled when she laughed. She removed her hand and passed me a present wrapped in red paper. "Merry Christmas Satine." she whispered.

Then I was naked in the arms of a stranger. I winced and let him have his way with me. I hated it. Every inch of my body was filled with such hatred that I though it would burst out of my skin and devour me. But instead I smiled and kissed the man, he smelled foul, like stale cigarettes and the fish market where he worked. His hands were cold and clammy as he felt me all over.

I let myself leave my body and I flew to a summer land where tropical flowers bloomed all year round and a water fall splashed in the distance. I had traveled here every time I was unhappy. It wasn't a real place, or at least no one I'd ever seen, and that's why I liked it. I didn't have to think about the smelly man or Alice's medical bills or Harold or the Moulin Rouge. But the man insisted on talking to me. He whispered my name. "Satine" it was foul on his dirty lips.

But his lips were replaced my soft, tender ones that kiss me gently on the lips. Fearful I pushed him away, remembering the other men who had kissed me.

"What's the matter? Did I hurt you?" I buried my face in my hands and cried. He'd never seen my cry before. I wasn't afraid of what he thought any more. I remember how scared I'd been the first time I faced him without make up. It was worse than being naked. But he wrapped his arms around me and I hid my face in his shirt. "I would never hurt you Satine."

Thousands of voices spoke my name, I knew now that it was mine. How could I have forgotten who I was? Then I was there, beside my own grave. Christian was there, not with flowers like any other mourning lover, but with a poem, messily written on a folded piece of paper.

I tried to touch him but my hand went right through him. I choked and called his name but he only shivered with the sudden gust of cold wind. He pulled his coat tighter around him against the cold and walked slowly out of the cemetery, wiping his watering eyes as he left. I looked at my cold granite headstone.

Satine Mary Desmereges

1874-1899

That was all that remained of me here on earth, a name and some numbers. I looked at the hard ground which had once held me prisoner and saw a piece of paper. I reached down and picked it up. A poem was written on it in Christian's hand writing.

I couldn't make out the words anymore, they looked like lines and foreign symbols. I didn't even remember what language it was. I looked lovingly upon the familiar though meaningless marks and blinked. I knew if the dead could cry that I would be. I looked up and saw Christian's retreating back just outside the iron gates of the graveyard and I decided to follow him.