Wanting
Me
He waits
for me to clear gates.
He dare not even dream
of letting me find other mates
between then & now.
How Queens make Princes Kings
Even without diamond rings,
the freedom of not
having to show him things.
I write above his head
and before
I was writing in
my Other's bed,
Equally, scarily matched
I waive for worship instead.
A Queen who knows her throne
must reign alone
for control's sake-
Oh my Red Golden King!
I hold my own heart
afraid in your hands
it might break
but
please know...
If I were free from the thoughts
that enlarge the fearful small of it,
I would have given you the kingdom
from free to shining me, all of it,
& bowed down the crown
just to hear the heavy fall of it.
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