Let your eyes throw glances in whichever way they please.
Your mind is as fickle as the shifting breeze.
Your steps are confident with steady knees.
But your breath does not hold a sound.
Cool in, hot out, electrify the air.
I know you feel my observant stare.
But I will not detect a care
upon your laughing lips.
Your skin is still as the room trembles.
The king summons and the crowd assembles.
He knows not what to the people your presence resembles.
Your beauty can free us all.
It’s not a kiss I need, or a fling I seek.
I lay down my coat, staying bowed and meek.
Maybe we could perhaps just speak.
Let my words caress you now.