Dreams Beyond A Poet's Heart Poem by Chris Zachariou

...Menelaus's Lament

My beauty queen
kneel down for your King.

My clothes are made of denim-
my shackles are made of love.
Your blue dress is made of silk-
take it off and lie down.

I feast on your flesh
you writhe and you twist
and your scent trickles sweet
into my eager mouth.

My chaste queen
your ways in the art of love
astound and amaze me.

Ah, Menelaus my decrepit king.
Did you think
you could have been the only one?
Wouldn't that have been a crime!

And because you have
a poet's heart, did you imagine
you could have dreams like that?

When she says she really loves you
do you think she tells the truth?
Menelaus, you are nothing but a fool.

My faithful young queen
asleep under the cherry tree
blossom kissing your naked thighs;
why do you have an impish smile
playing shamelessly on your lips?