Glamour and fashion. Models and magazines... a striking runway entrance. Beauty and passion. Stardust and high class scenes of popular teens. When I lived in Denver I met a millionaire. With ribbons in her blonde hair. I still remember. She was like a princess straight from a dreamy castle in the air. So lovely.... She was everything to me. Both alone in the dark. We long to see the sun. Rise over the Bering Strait. I was sick of the west. When I turned 21. So I moved to the Sunshine State. We played golf on the moon. And tennis on the sun. Like athletes of the afternoon. The solar flares burned my arms. And made her makeup run. On our super lunar honeymoon. I was the youngest son of a congressman. And everything was my fault.... She was a gymnast happily swinging. On the uneven bars tucked in a somersault