INNOCENT THOUGHTS OF A GUILTY MAN

"Are we going to the party", she asked, knowing damn well she didn't want to go? "I don't know, do you want to go", he replied, knowing damn well he didn't want to go, and neither did she? She arched her butt into his pelvis and they spooned even closer. He squeezed his arms around her even tighter. The two lay nude under the covers as the sun set on a warm summer day. They both smelled like the waves of the beach they had spent the earlier part of the day relaxing and drinking at, enjoying silence. He kissed on her neck gently and could sense her slight smile on the other side. "We could go", he said. "Yeah, we could go", she also noted. But neither moved. It was as if there was a welcomed overwhelming force of gravity holding them down in that bed. He moved his hand and cupped her breast as she entangled her feet in his over and over again. Neither of them had even opened their eyes, as if there nothing to see. Their imaginations we

He sat in his castle, with the view of the world, Yet all he could see were hazy visions of her face. He had climbed mountains and conquered the world, But alas, a King with no Queen in his space. He had built cities, caused civilizations to grow, Yet his bed was half empty and cold. Heavy is the head that bears the crown, For there is much more to this life, than gold. Many a caller did lust for his power, Quite a few had a love for his throne. But at the top of the mountain with the loveliest views, Sat the King high up and alone. They threw flowers at his feet as he walked, And the people all came out to cheer, And he searched the crowds with a smile, As he wondered if she was out there. They made arrangements for his love, As they tried to force his hand, But he could never say I do, To a woman who could not understand. Heavy is the head that bears the crown, With no Queen to help pick it up. Heavy is the heart that wonders alone, Drowning in the abyss o