No, I will not smoke
your cigarettes.
I won’t drink your wine
when you’re dancing drunk,
head-bowed about the room.
You kiss the rising Pleiades
and hug Arcturus going down.
You are like Simon living on a marble pillar,
casting soddy judgments on emperors and plebeians alike.
How powerful a man is
who demands his
hat and single pinch of salt
but forswears a lover's touch.
At our place, peace reigns,
peace and a quiet song.
All the rain-littered birds
raise placid eyes to you.
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