I am not Emperor Justinian and you are not Theodora

I want to save you

your perfume smells 

like the early nineties

you weren't there, but I was

you got me feeling like a mack

your street talk and street swag

shit brings me back

young girl, old soul

so high and yet not satisfied 

even though I went twice

and I awoke the next morning still feeling fire in my abdomen for your sweet insides and memories flash of you laughing with me in your belly

I want to save you

if only I were an emperor

and had the confidence

to know that I can

and there is no game with you

 

only cash

no waiting 3 days to call

no response times

no read receipts

only cash

a tight

red

dress

and what I want

but alas, I am not Justinian 

and you are not Theodora 

only past

like the only tattoo 

on your tight ass