I am a queen I am a queen who needs my king to be whole… I don’t want a piece of a man, or a leg of a man.. I need him whole.. Like the pigment of milk that drips clearly and completely white like the sun at 5pm that is fully bright I am a queen who needs my king to be clear Clear as summer from winter.. Clear as the wrong In a sinner. Clear as the tongue of a scorned mad women Clear in his speech, clear with his intentions, clear in his aim’ clear in his reach I need him to understand me.. Fully.. Through and through … I need him to understand! Every emotion’ from my bellied laughter to my angered tears.. Understand that my silence is a cry for space.. I need my king to understand what I accept and what I expect of him I need my king to Stand… Stand tall like the tallest mountain of Tibet and Nepal stand Tall like the ancient pyramids of Egypt, stand tall like the Zealous giraffe I need my king to lead.. He needs to be the head not the butt