As Romans May Have Loved

White flag, to white flag;

Mercy, I lay my head down.

An Empress pushed to the ground,

tasting dirt, as a peasant.

Empires will fall, & castle walls,
all so he may become the highest.
One who not take adoration of the fairest;
Gold may look as well as filth.

Give pity now, for when the dawn comes,
my ruler stand alone.
In dictation, he threw his love to the afterlife;
and that is where he will keep it.

White flag, to white flag;
I bathe in diamonds of amity.
not needing a lesser mans pity.
& I will blossom in this universe of rapture.

Sew Nothing but The Fields of Play

If I could write a letter

in any single motion

I would want it to walk near;

to so delicately move you.

To scribe such a completion

well, what a miracle be!

For I am of much lesser things

than one may think of me.

Built in flesh, embodied.

silk, soft to the touch.

Delicate as the wishing flower,

harsh as mouth's word, love.

Wishing to morph in silence,

become a frail being.

Minding the rules bring weary a cost;

yet shine light to what I am leaving.

Border me, embroider.

Charge me all you stare,

but I will make a pretty penny

on the cloak of hearts you wear.

Making mocking, mind me?

Set across a throne.

Larger is the topper I wear

than your jaded bones.

Take me now to nowhere,

I want to meet you still.

Sit pretty for me, just that way

across my windows sill.

I will drink you as a flower,

until the frost nights kill.

Leaving you to nothing,

but your soul, at my will.