Beggars Of Love Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am the king
in my small kingdom
i keep dignity
intact in my
heart

at night i have become
a beggar of love
and so i kneel before you
asking for it

it is the dark that conceals me
my crown and scepter
beneath your feet

i am at your command
and i follow every word
so blindly

it is because of love
and love makes us all slaves
to the pleasures that
it gives

i swallow every pride there is
because i cannot unlearn
this love for you

but it will not be forever
there will be no slaves forever

i shall soon awaken from this sleep
and be myself again

to wear my crown and hold my scepter
and walk again with dignity as my own king
in my small kingdom

i shall keep my name
but how lonely can it be

less the joys and pleasures
less the honesty and ecstasy
less myself,

devoid of everything that shall
make
my kingdom in shambles
into the triumph of the
shameless and
the beasts....