The first dictator,
the founder.
The blood of a would be
god.
But all this mighty knowledge
is meaningless.
With you here.
And me in Roma,
44 B.C.
But I am here.
Next to you,
and you’ll never know.
How I think about the
war in my mind
with the space
between you and me.
But thus is my curse.
Stuck at the strategy table.
Moving the dark pieces in an
attempt to bring
you
closer
to me.
I wish I was Caesar,
or Augustus,
or Alexander.
So my battle plans
could be as sound,
could be as powerful,
could be as triumphant.
So I could conquer this intolerable space.
To touch your face,
To kiss your lips,
To press my body against yours,
To feel our hearts touch.
But it will never happen.
For fortune favors the bold.
And I like Cassius:
I am a coward.
But maybe one day
I’ll be Caesar.
And you’ll be mine.
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 12:06 PM UTC
The first dictator,
the founder.
The blood of a would be
god.
But all this mighty knowledge
is meaningless.
With you here.
And me in Roma,
44 B.C.
But I am here.
Next to you,
and you’ll never know.
How I think about the
war in my mind
with the space
between you and me.
But thus is my curse.
Stuck at the strategy table.
Moving the dark pieces in an
attempt to bring
you
closer
to me.
I wish I was Caesar,
or Augustus,
or Alexander.
So my battle plans
could be as sound,
could be as powerful,
could be as triumphant.
So I could conquer this intolerable space.
To touch your face,
To kiss your lips,
To press my body against yours,
To feel our hearts touch.
But it will never happen.
For fortune favors the bold.
And I like Cassius:
I am a coward.
But maybe one day
I’ll be Caesar.
And you’ll be mine.
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