traversing the bridge already taken

Just a figment of hidden desire

traversing the bridge already taken


tonight, leaving caesar alone to his rubicon,
i shall caress the bush and crawl stealthily
as a feather, silent to the universe, yet so
deafening to the ears of the flawless flesh

soon i shall draw the sword, but not until
i hear her screams rush through the river
of forgotten currents,of treasured torrents,
not until she floats like a fallen love-angel

and craves to reach her heavens again

i continue to crawl, as caesar's drums beat
the wails of the senate out cobbled streets.
soon, when the dawn fully breaks, rome will
be caesar's and the bridge he crossed mine

only then shall i draw and thrust my sword
until i bring this angel now mine to her dream