Untitled-I : April

By: sdna

 

 

She was not the girl I expected to kiss every night.

Her sense of humor, far different

From my tittering at the littlest things.

Her backbone, a proud bamboo,

She promenades on a ramp.

Like a meek child,

And man’s best friend.

The shining crystals she wears, in the heat of the sun,

Dazzles me.

Her killer smile.

I am but a butter in the oven.

Her laugh, a pixy in the forest.

Temporal grace adding to true form inside.

Her psyche, a vast stormy ocean

Strained in a waterfall.

I am just an island.

Her intellect. I am a dot in her paper.

My gaunt mask

Against her semi-burnt image.

Far different.

No, she was not the girl I expected to kiss every night.

…She is more than that.