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