Kissing in the Shadow

In my dream I am on a first date with the Sovereign
Everywhere we go, They are recognized, which is awkward at best
Some folk are awestruck, others obsequious with fear
Still others are angry at Them or at me or at the idea of us together

Their Majesty tries to defend me when a waitress insults me
But I say: Let it go. She is only holding up a twisted mirror
Raging at the reflection of her own lack of self worth. Then,
We dine and dash: giggling, fingers intertwined racing down the block

We meander from place to place in the rain-drenched streets
My boots are soaking wet from wading ankle deep in the puddles
To my surprise They suddenly spin me into a dark stony cleft 
Welcome lips meeting in a luscious intimacy in the shadows

These corners, They say, are the only place where no one recognizes Me.
I suppose You know where all the nooks and niches are, I say,
Can You show them to me? But the Sovereign says,
No, I don't know them all. Let's go find them together.

~Andrine de la Rocha

[art by Zias]