Queenly

You wear his looks like a fur coat

fluffed up and white

to make you look bigger

all wrapped in the warmth

that separates you from the air and bite

of this concrete world.

The wealth just drips off you

from your rounded red lips

soft and subtle

a flash of pomegranate pearl on the tip of your tongue

and then it slips away

as quick as your scattered feet

in their soft silk slippers.

We stare at you with envy

and with distance

too afraid to come close to touch

as you float on

walking down the road

wrapped in rags and love