is a paradise
a sleek, marble throne for two
more than twice I've envisioned myself there
with men
all of them are different
the fleeting stranger I'll never see again
a one night stand I'll never forget
and the one I foresaw wearing my crown, grasping a scepter
seated beside me on the adjacent ivory throne
there are traces of a king left but ultimately he's gone
sometimes I catch the shadow of his reflection
with the other men, all of them different,
in white stone beneath my feet
I'm left to wonder if I'll ever see them again outside the altar