tonight, leaving caesar alone to his rubicon,
i shall caress the bush and crawl stealthily
as a feather, silent to the universe, yet so
deafening to the ears of the flawless flesh
soon i shall draw the sword, but not until
i hear her screams rush through the river
of forgotten currents,of treasured torrents,
not until she floats like a fallen love-angel
and craves to reach her heavens again
i continue to crawl, as caesar's drums beat
the wails of the senate out cobbled streets.
soon, when the dawn fully breaks, rome will
be caesar's and the bridge he crossed mine
only then shall i draw and thrust my sword
until i bring this angel now mine to her dream
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