On Having Heard “Royals” by Lorde

Poem for Lorde (Ella)

The dance floor between us, call it
three oceans and half a world,
would be a pleasure
to cross,
for lifetimes,
through reincarnation,
I would be a starving mouth,
an easy mark,
a holy strong man,
a blank expression,
a taxi driver in the future
and a carriage in the past,
just to have a few moments,
a walk on sand,
and a dance,
with your voice,
real class,

I think I want tonight to be alone,
so we can dance a little weirder,
and I think maybe the
sun sets in some sort of
strange tribute,
to that chance.

That off chance,
we could dance.



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