And his the fear of someone fancy.
A woman beyond his reach by clever definitions of Gucci and bling.
A person beneath sparkling way brighter than the quality handbag.
And what is that fear?
A dread of financial leverage over the soul.
A boss based on status.
The controller and master.
A power outside of the self.
Nothing but a dream anyway.
Neither dream nor dreamer have any power.
Surrender more lovely.
A chance for a dance probably best.
A moment of personal orbit around what seems a queen quite good.
And her fear?
Who knows.
The mystery wandering man holds no trouble,
but probably some misunderstandings.