To dance through the
negotiations of gods and men,
To pull the strings
tighter than the strings of your dress.
Adrift from hand to hand,
with fingertips soft as leather
and a head as empty as the city,
you delicately play your hand.
God has woven your souls,
or so the legend is told.
But somehow I find you four years later
With another man, and a country to rule.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 9:53 AM UTC
To dance through the
negotiations of gods and men,
To pull the strings
tighter than the strings of your dress.
Adrift from hand to hand,
with fingertips soft as leather
and a head as empty as the city,
you delicately play your hand.
God has woven your souls,
or so the legend is told.
But somehow I find you four years later
With another man, and a country to rule.