After the End: The Party
By Vasiliki, 2000
-.-.-.-.
Where is your desert, now,
My fair prince?
Champagne in hand, suits and heels,
Reporters' flash and tinsels.
Where is the solitude of our revenge,
The silence of their war,
The wisdom of the sand-dunes
In the middle of enemies during a frozen night
With Berenice's Hair to shine
And the South Cross to guide
Caravans lost to dry oasis
Hiding giant machines buried in secret crypts
And the whispers of the seeds dreaming
Of the next rain under your cheek
The pebbles you threw in elliptic orbits
Into the ocean dunes of your memories
The diamonds I pledged to the ancient gods
For a single kiss on my thirsty skin.
Come back with me to our desert,
My fair prince!
Let's go back, where it all began,
My one last hope.
-.-.-.-.
Notes and Explanation:
This is set during the party mentioned in flashback in the second Epilogue. Dorothy is quietly desperate here.