Am I a fool?

A fool for falling,

For wanting more?

A fool for loving

Who I’m cursed to adore?

My king, my liege

You let me speak

As though I weren’t beneath you

Gods, how I long

To be underneath too

You know how I move

I watch you watching

Do you think of me at night,

The way I think of you?

Am I your delight?

Your most trusted adviser

Despite everything

I cherish the proximity

It has to be enough

To be in your vicinity

Two halves of a whole

We both carry scepters

We both wear crowns

But you’re the king of everything

And I’m but king of clowns