Bare Royalty

We lay upon the throne of my

ink-stained scrolls, no rubies, 

nor gold, just us in the nude

— reborn

If you were torn from me like

infancy I would cry for the

heartbreak 

from my own womb.

Nothing replaces your royalty,

not if it’s set in stone,

for you are my only home

— brick for brick.

– JG  ©2026