He wore his arrogance as if it were a coat,
with pockets hiding confidence within,
I could not tell if all of it was just veneer,
Potomkin's vain façade, lit from behind.
She told me though, as she would be
the one to see through shades of gray,
a wife's perogative, a cause to take her charms
and fragrances of freedom to my lonely bed.
Soon it behooved the two of us to reach
Wednesday, September 26, 2007