A Brush With KryptoniteP
I barely know him,
At times I’m not even sure
If I like him,
But I miss him.
I miss the way he looks at me,
The way he calls my name.
I miss how he makes me feel
Like he wants to be with me
For me, for who I am.
I miss the simple things he does;
Like reaching out to say
Good morning, goodnight,
Like holding my hand.
And even though I’ve only
Once tasted his lips,
I miss those too.
How is it even possible
To miss this man I barely know?
Maybe, I’m just lonely
Or maybe he’s some kind
Of Superman.
by Maquita “Queenie” Peters
~ I Keep it Irie ~
Island Soul City Dreams 
Interesting… Superman is your Krptonite.
Let me guess: you’s a Bajan woman, right? ‘Cause nothing less would fell one of those.
Lol! Just a reflection from waaay back, Reynold.;-)
But hey, we all have our “kryptonite” (from time to time) but goodness knows I don’t wish for any anytime soon! lol!