Tattoos, Travels, and Tidbits

gest with me 

do I win another lively line 

puncture wound 

hypnotized by my own bleeding stream 

you’ve become another knighted girl playing romantic 

my better half 

we’re medieval types 

two fluffy necked gown wearing queens 

kissing under moon light 

but please don’t let me feel you shutter at the hint of war 

repel me a little longer but 

we can’t make art forevermore 

golden age type sweetheart 

you hold the knife to your throat 

damn me quiet if I speak 

but that never counted when your gloved hand touched my powered cheek

 still we let our swords brace and break another argument about Medici after sunset 

treason looks like I betrayed our secret communion 

treason felt like another treaty I didn’t quite know 

will we ever master communication like you have your brush stroke 

your word is your bond 

but I’m here under the rose bushes asking if you meant it when you played games with my heart 

or does the lovey hyperbole matter more than how you acted in a crowded corridor? 

who’s the victor when my achievements rest in our palm to palm negotiated interests 

who hears the cries of any effort during disagreement 

when we lapse into the dark and you’re far from the town 

don’t we reign the same when we live in peace 

don’t we love insane when we trick ourselves out of this royal coupling 

we look so good together 

why shy away from the obvious love burning me like the Roman sun a week past June