Poem: Long Haired King.
Long Haired King.
.
He is very beautiful,
With hair down to his waist.
It is groomed and shining
In one long, thick, plait.
I do not know his name
Or even where he lives,
He is just a man I met
One long ago day in a park.
He comes to me now, in the
Dog leg of the evenings.
We make love together, until
He lies asleep, lit by the streetlight.
I watch him, as he rules his dreams,
His face dark shadowed by the flowing hair,
Like a Merovingian King.
