with a fractured, well-protected heart catches the eye of the Queen.
Recognizing the Playing of Parts,
he amuses, she smiles tightly, but her eyes open a portal.
And in a flash, they both feel the intimacy between them form a lock.
The molecules slow to a steady pulse, revealing all unsaid.
Seeing it all between them makes his hands shake mid-juggle.
This she notices. And he notices her noticing.
When her gaze rises to his…this shared conversation is over.
Distance in the laughter and a more narrow line of sight.
She slumps ever so slightly on the throne,
full in the knowing that she could ruin him
and quickly forget it was ever necessary.