when Aug, 21, 1999
I met you in room
221 at the Green Day Inn, selling
your wares.
I spent myself green, you sold me time.
Just the way commerce goes nowadays.
I felt more than sorry. I listened to a little girls
history saw why she might have ended up here.
Took you, the next morning,not touching you, in
just holding, to the Cafe. We had black coffee and
croissants, and for the first time,
you looked in my eyes.
Saw I wasn't another **** or ***** out to get anything.
I gave you my number and left you with a tip.
I kinda see me as a saint and a *****.
I often remember, that look in your eyes.
I wonder how you are doing.

Be smiled at and appreciated
by all the inhabitants on my world.

You would
be honored and noted
if you floated to my ocean
upon my shore on my island.

With palms bowed and coconut drinks
our festivities would be unlimited.

In a country I ruled, we would go physically hungry,
but too full with love,
we would not notice.

So we starve with smiles and  hold onto skeletons.
Is that any different?