Paragon06 Nov 2018
The first thing I noticed was the hair,
then the jacket, the gait, the confident stare.
The piercing paragon of perfection impaled
by a single solitary blemish unveiled.
Not divinity, no, but a regular woman.
Perhaps that’s the most we get as humans.
If not worship, maybe we get to love,
to have and hold and be happy thereof.