Caesar’s Serenade

Cleopatra, I investigate your eyes through Nile mist that weaves, jade butterflies that never fly sable tresses hanging over leopards bole skin on the border of Venusian dreamcatchers Gilded diadems dance as burned suns radiate from golden flakes of your crown lightning demarcating the border between genius — and ambition wars are fought easier than your heart is won; Cupid grieves your connections Great men fear being made lesser by You She of the God-like Mind made Immortal for her Wise Counsel I’m no prisoner of Fear nor Envy nor Love only Fate & Chance Passionate war’s trompe-l’œil