Queen in crystalline
A king in black,
Taking a mansion
Or sleeping in shack's,
Loot doesn't matter
In their humbled abode,
Dressed to impress
Eachother ****, with none clothes,
The world doesn't exist to them
O glorious light,
They maketh love to the moon
And the sun awaketh their sight's,
They flyeth to Neverland
Up aloft the blue orb,
A child of a boy
An adolescent girl,
Shaker's and tambourine's
Piano for sound,
They waltz in the bare
With their feet in the cloud's,
Their amour' bounces
The cosmic wave,
Unbound to the celestial
Freakish romantic's in a cave,
Isolated from the new age stress
She layeth her head on his stomach, her hand on his chest,
All the best, though tis a dream all to me
Laying here alone; none ancient queen....



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry