DIRTY PEACOCK by Richie Kharis

I saw you were perfect..
and I loved your confidence,
 but I yearned to feel whole, so I made a fling...
You saw my ego,
you smiled at my strength,
you raised your brows and gave me a wink...

The night was blessed with cool breeze that gave rythms to cling..
I understood your manly display..
a peacock with a grandest massive tail

who seek to explode me into fireworks of cigar..
though it seemed you had a golden star,
though it seemed you had all flowers dance to your guitar...
though it seemed you had fine jars and cars to make the tallest tree har..
but I am a crane in jakar..

my immunity from duty is my priority...
I seek no ideal instance..
I seek for a dirty dove to sour in comfort of our reality...
My beauty lies on being unapologetic..
I am a black night crane with no reverence for psychic..