I feel like
The feast
At his table
The King ? and
Under his breath
He’s waiting
To taste me
All at
The Kings table
I pretend
Not to know
His eyes
Are on me.
Perhaps it’s
Because of my realness
And Rarity.
A fiery diamond
For his display.
My King ?
I have gone down
This path
That you want
To demonstrate so clearly
Through your eyes
Like the Diamond and the Ruby
My King
It’s best
Just to watch me
From a distance
Like many things
In our lives
This will not end well.
I know me…
And you’re just dying
To taste me…
When I want so much more…
~Natalie