APRIL

Did you want us to see you?
Did you want to walk the streets?
Did you want to hear the sound of your red heels on the sidewalk?
Did you want to feel the air through your hair?
Did you want to find your face on the billboards in San Francisco?
Did you want to know what it feels like to “feel right”?
Did you want us to know your name?
April, April

April, April, April

Did you ever hear her voice? Was it soft and fair?
When the telephone rang did she answer “April”?
Did you like the feel of the satin underwear? Did it hold him in and let
her out, April, April?
Did you secretly want to be found, gagged and bound?
Now you’re found, April, April

April Dawn Alison
April Dawn Alison