My Kryptonite
I was looking for a neighbor, but I found my soulmate—the gentle kryptonite to my Man of Steel.
I watched her come and go, my neighbor, Just a passing glance at first, a neighbor. Then in that workshop, by the kiln’s heat, Our hands touched, making the moment sweet. "Sorry," we said, a shared refrain, The first warmth after summer rain. Her pigtails danced, a sun-kissed sight, A smile to turn the dark to light. In that brush, the world went slow, I was hooked, with nowhere to go. Eyes so bright, a vivid blue, I felt...
