he used to tell me as i removed his armor
honey pie, you over pack everything
your suitcase
your bowl
your bed
as i swallowed him knowing
he was a means of suicide
but he was 2/3rds right
Tag: Marc Antony
he told me
it was that sexy little upturned swish
at the corner of my amber eyes
the curve i sometimes place
at the edge of my eyeliner
which told him
that i had both the flour sifting power
to bake him the perfect cake
or command my egyptian armies
to cut off his empire’s
holy roman grain supply