Frog To King

I loved her
with the fervor of a child
building sand castles.

I adored her
with the charm
of a swashbuckler
touchéing his way
through black knights.

I worshipped her
as the moon
worships the sun
reflecting it’s beauty
on moon dust meadows.

I desired her
with the lust of demons
whaling for light.


I burned
yearned,
parched dry
trudging
dust trails
through deserted deserts
searching.

And then
I lay me down to sleep
perchance to dream
my fantasy to life.

That’s when
she kissed my lips
and woke me.