whether dancing, or giving, or sex.
the intimate expressions of intention
and the hope of surrender
(or something like it).
i don’t trust anyone that tries that hard –
there’s something somehow desperate
and self-serving about extravagance.
better still to treat things as if they are delicate,
as if they are rare and beautiful and fragile,
like Fabergé eggs.
may these words be a gift to you,
from one royal to another royal;
let me be humble and you gracious.
let there be peace in the city
as you open them up;
let there be surprises
that bring a smile to your lips.
it can be a small smile –
perhaps even a sly smile.
we know what secrets we share.
we know these words
are larger on the inside,there is always room for more.