The Queens Summons
Nay my preaty princes, he worries not of you
for he is like a breeze that is passing threw.
Often it will warm you or bring a shiver to your spine
remove the dust that's on you and clear the cobwebs in your mind.
With the moisture from his kiss he'll inject his love into your soul
remove the fears that shake you that to know one else you show.
He'll persuade you to confess the things that you desire
pull you from that pit where once you wallowed in the mire.
He'll challenge your contentions, change the nature of his shape
confuse you or amuse you, make you give what he can take.
He'll lay within your bosom as a man without a home
make you want to love him for you know that he's alone.
He is so many things, a nightmare or a dream
he'll make you laugh he'll make you cry, then he'll make you scream.
So never think you know him or the nature of his game
he's simply an existence that has so many names.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2006
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