She needs it to be
More than it was with them,
Antony’s embrace
Her perfect shape,
Revealed to him
Out of an unrolled rug,
The tapestry of survival
Weaved with their
Moving limb,
Romantically potent
Politically suicidal,
As Caesar comes
To wedge them apart,
Their love
Too entangled
With the affairs of state,
Doomed because
It became too public,
And threatened to unravel
More than just the limbs
Of a man and woman,
At stake the future of an empire.
She needs to be different
This time around,
Thinking love conquers all
When it hardly ever does,
She the Queen of the Nile,
Whose mere presence
Seduces the greatest of men,
Leaves all with the greatest dismay,
She needs the tale to be less deadly,
Power to mean less
When all she really wants
Is for him
(whomever might serve
As Antony this time)
To love her more
Than just a conquest,
To love her so much
He might surrender
The world
So that he might have her.
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