Oh, Royal We

January 2016 | Poetry/Shortfic

So you laughed and called me king,
And I laughed and called you queen.
"Queen of the fallen wings!",
You'd joked, and asked me where I'd been.

Lost in a haze of the idea of you
But I only said: "Oh, working."
You would know the truth in any case, you
Would learn it from my phrasing.

Regals in our underwear,
Emperors come morning;
I crowned you, Joséphine most fair,
While Bonaparte was drowning.

© 2015 Pierre Massé