Alone and Alone
I write these words twice
so at least
they have company.

I fell in love with her
not like a lover
but a soulmate.

I wish not
to taint her skin
with my touch,

but rather
admire her forever
from afar.

I know her name
like she is the air I breathe
the stardust in my veins
the wonder in my eyes.

There is beauty in potential.
Fleeting moments of desires
to be freer than I am
come stronger and faster
when captivity has been for this long.
The potential to be free
will always appeal to me
more
than freedom itself.

Her frizzy hair
was simply
an invisble halo
being wrapped
in strands of gold.

I really miss her,
the woman who knew
her place:
on top of the throne.

There is something so forbidden about women
that just makes me want them more.