I said hi, you extended a porcelain hand,
a pittance, a pardon, allowing me to raise my
umbrella over the crowned head, suitors' tears
fell fast and heavy from the blanketed
metal skeleton above our head,
the drops shatter like hale before your
winter feet. I whisper "Love?..."
let it hang in air, let her smell it,
breathe it, decide it's palatability.
And here I am shocked,
there is a flash of summer on the queen's cheek
her smiling eyes and coy grin asking:
"Yes... love?" satisfied I proclaim:
"Oh nothing. I forgot."
my posts have become a bit silly and romantic, but that is ok, I am not often romantic though I try to be silly as much as possible.
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