I Ran
She had this hedonistic Houdini nature,
She escaped from Shiraz,
Her personal Alcatraz,
She laughed as I asked;
How did you escape?
"I Ran" she said "I Ran"
She was particularly Persian,
Beautiful soul,
Perfect prose,
stunning, gorgeous,
My dreams came true,
As we ran the gauntlet between our acquaintances judgemental glare.
She walked through the door,
With shallow breath and a panting chest;
Windswept hair.
Late.
How did you get here I asked?
"I Ran"
She came so far,
To say I was her King.
Her shy Shah,
She said.
The concept of this,
Flew over my head,
As I asked where she was from,
she paused for a second
&
told me she came from Iran.