What is done in the night . . .

Posted: June 12, 2013 by lukacsbetsy in BetsyL, Queen of Kings

What is done in the night reveals itself to the sun.

Emotions are caught with the wind but contained by the rain.

I was forced to love in Rome.

My soul was captive by the board.

Our children were a result of power.

There are no connections.

But then there is Cleopatra.

Her beauty paralyzed my vision.

Her voice was a new ecstasy while her soul danced

with me hand in hand.

I fell in love with every chamber of her heart.

Even the doors that have yet to be opened.

-Mark Antony


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