​Kingdom


As King
reclined upon
a grassy knoll,
canopied palace, green throne,
hosteling supple Queen-ness, prone
thin and white
elongate marble.
Aligned by me
among the trees
which wanted sun
to shade us from.
The fickle hind would only shine
beyond my hill
where water
                              spills
                                             over
Where                                                ferny
dark-                                                  falls.
skinned
maidens
bathe; in the glistening, prism drops, rainbow lather.
                              Crane my neck as far as might, the laughter was
                                             beyond my sight, past as much as
                                                            humeral
height
I could go there
when the ground turned cold,
and beneath my ribs
the stones would roll.
Just because I spared an eye
the grass became like needles
dry.
Chafed and cut so.
I could go
to sluice the blood and dust away,
engraving on my elbow.
And be embraced
in brown arms, I could be.
And be embraced
I could be.