Kaira

The corridor deadly blue, her smiles don’t show, what your ancestors refuse, strangled by swaying steps, she'll hurt you with her no, that dancing smile at rest, is she looking for the chance, to take your tales and show, the sorrowed lands of distance, a knife wound to the sea, a young woman free to bestow, love to a midnight dream, the engine screaming, descending by mountain furrow, is she still scheming, to warm her toes, ferment desire, a place with windows, around your fire.