Ms. Swan

Ms. Swan


Why do I hesitate whenever she is near?
Open doors for her
And pull out her chair?
There seems to be a misery to all this chivalry
Though her presence is divine
She is far from divinity
And solace
I continue to frolic
In this melancholic state
Of soliloquies
Though our passionate chemistry
Is like a tranquil oasis
She brushes off
The portrait serenity that my words paint
On the heavenly canvass of her exquisite frame
Alone, her fragrance
Turns the gloom into sanguine
I mentioned dessert
I meant Soufflé or Crème brûlée
Not her wanton forsakeness
Desolate neglect
Ms. swan wanders in the pond of the preposterous
I ponder on the preponderance of the evidence
It's evident
She's both heaven sent yet scorned
The fury of eternal perdition is upon her
Fertile ground never borne
Seed that fell among thorns