Kiri San
Kiri San
She smells like early morning jasmine covered in spring sprinkles
A voice like a song handwritten by a lover to another.
Smiled and my subdued greed exposed. My emotions blue.
As my heart echo's the Kawah
She looks like a vivid antagonist of a fairy-like tale
Grief recognizable, revenge coherent.
Heart as golden as thy hair of pre bedeviled Medusa
Laughed and my subdued joy flared like the insects of the moon.
Love is a myth you say
But every myth has an origin,
So, is it safe for me to ask you to be my story?
And me, your cliché exception?
Neither pride nor prejudice.
I'll be your Charles,
And you? My very own Jane Bennett