Brittle Blue Shirt

wading through their system's castes
I've finally stumbled upon you
in passing, I pause to chance a look
you seem so unaware
of shadows
of me
of love

your face daring me to study
the beauty above the true attraction;
below the glassy fixation
lies an energy from antiquity
caught as the optimism of your eyes

Your Highness sported a glance
I held my thickened breath
and together we concluded
you could never stoop so low
for love
for me
for us