Boys

 I
am striking, arrogant poverty,
in my paint-spackled coat and
thrift store trousers
You,
beautiful in jeans you
can't afford to replace
and your peacock earrings.
But when you come to me and
we meet mouths
and ride all night
I am King, and you are
Queen.

Reviews

[~angelalala~]

i liked this poem. very creative and unique. I love the imagery "beautiful in jeans you can't afford to replace
and your peacock earrings". beautifully & enchantingly written.