The Jester
with a fractured, well-protected heart catches the eye of the Queen.
Recognizing the Playing of Parts,
he amuses, she smiles tightly, but her eyes open a portal.
And in a flash, they both feel the intimacy between them form a lock.
The molecules slow to a steady pulse, revealing all unsaid.
Seeing it all between them makes his hands shake mid-juggle.
This she notices. And he notices her noticing.
When her gaze rises to his…this shared conversation is over.
Distance in the laughter and a more narrow line of sight.
She slumps ever so slightly on the throne,
full in the knowing that she could ruin him
and quickly forget it was ever necessary.
Big Blue Dot Y'all 
January 17, 2016
Doesn't Fit Anywhere Else, Poetry