Temporary Emperor

First she met me in the dark world later in the real world. She challanged me to hurt.

In the world of moving photonegatives,

you moved away ahead of rays.

Declining the deterrence of the rules,

you reviewed me in corporal ways.



In the world of brunette phobias,

your heart nestled in my eyes again.

Disguising a pebble mounted on the storm,

you tried to hurt my eyes in vain.



I built a bridge of self deceit

although visible, but you never opposed.

Crossing the bridge I moved forward,

rays and showers were tangentially posed.



Palpebral clunk arrested the hunk,

formed the ephemeral icon overcast.

My heart grips my brief regime

like the moon holding a flag mast!