Part II - Chimera

And if I were Superman, this girl is definitely kryptonite, and each time I am in her presence I am weak and powerless. She must have a strong realization the effect of enchantment that her eyes have on me and uses them with flirtatious complacency. It’s like staring into a vortex of beauty but once it has hold on you it pulls you in. Her smile, like a katana, finds me without armor or shield and I lose the battleground beneath my feet. The complexity in her language is clear and obscure. And so the paradox unravels . . .

To be continued . . .