Scheherazade's tale

When will you know that you cannot behead me for my words?

Nor can you behead me for yours, because the movement of tongues

Does not respond to the tapering of you give me

Or what you deny me. Deny me the reason to move

Don’t think you can behead me for dancing either

Not when I twirl around my own bedroom

Or in the corners of my head

I do not dance

around you for your pleasure, but rather for my self-gratification

for the thought that my legs can hold me up, and move in any direction

I am willing to undertake, left, right or elsewhere

This is not about control,

 honey,

this is not about the lack of it either-

we both know that a king will not behead his queen

for a bad story, a bad move.