he is a prince
heir to a small
underdeveloped country
but royalty nonetheless
and i find it
enchanting
the way he
shucks his
sandals
before dining
on cold pizza
on the floor
of my living room
he entertains me
with stories
of a land where
children run free
unencumbered by
fear of people
unknown
we swap pictures
and stories
and spit
and he is charming
in his lack of grace
as i lead him through
a 5th grade style two step
later at the club
full of stepped on toes
and shy up and down glances
the cowboys
in the back of the bar
(the kind of friends
most will never find)
carrying on...
now Lisa they scream...
let me show him how it's done...
and he laughs
and dances with each
of them
while i think
how they would shit
if they knew who he is
rolling through
smokes and brew
looking to next week
when he takes me home.
Birth sign: Libra
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