Lives Collide

I Didn't Need Saving

With haunting gratitude
you slip your tongue between my folds,
sampling the honey that's waiting within.

Always a pleasure
to be the King's creature
his only craving post-luncheon


Sweeter than dessert or any court whore,
my melody moans
make them bite tinted lips with envy.

I didn't ask for this silk spun gift
My royalty left in faraway lands
I didn't ask to be saved by him
from my parlour trick cavity on the backstreet

In rags and dirt my smile was bright
The magic that burned my veins was loved—


I didn't need saving.
But like a sage he saw the truth
saw cheap enchantments were just a ruse.


We dined and danced under starlight till
we fell in love.

He was not your King on the battlefield
his crown of cold gold never catching the sun
He was not your council room statue king
never giving a thank you to be well respected

To me he is Michael and that is enough.

We are equals in this realm of slaves
Where woman kneels to man
Man kneels to King
And King to that still and dusty God

The hierarchies tremble
when he's heaving in my arms,
and I can take the whole of him—

Commanding King
proud man
desparate lover
scared boy.

For the burden of raising a kingdom
sometimes makes a man feel small.

He weeps, sometimes
once I've made myself full,
like he'd only just learned
of the load that he carried.

And so we endure.
Not in secrecy or in shame,
for neither he nor are I are afraid

We will be wed,
the King and witch,
and magic will have its glory again.