Feeling Me With He

As I ride the full bus to downtown coffee shops I travel over the Mississippi River. It flows through the lock system as the sea gulls are flying above all neat and free. At times, bats intermingle and make the presence of witchcraft known in the vicinity. I open my heart as I listen to sweet melodies and think of men in my past, present, and future. Some days there are surprises. I am whole if I can continue a line of thought that rests in my etherial body above me, but below the sky. I try to be a responsible fair maiden as I wait for the king to be conscious of his violence and deceit around me. Love can be if we do it simultaneously. He is mine, divine, but now knowing that he was never free. The shadows in the halls stalk his spirit and skeptic soul. It is vast and the beings of the stars are the ones who will now live in chains, as THEIR brains exist for the smashing blows, not me. We understand WHY, and now I am in full view of the divinities of political community. Good luck knights of tomorrow as you face the deceit and defeat of THE QUEEN. CHECKMATE.