Dirty Peacock; the Night Crane

I saw you were perfect.. and I loved your confidence.. but I yearned to feel whole, So I made a fling... You saw my ego, You smiled at my strength, you raised your brows and gave me a wink... The night was blessed with cool breeze that gave rythms to cling.. I understood your manly display.. a peacock with a grandest massive tail who seek to explode me into fireworks of cigar.. though it seemed you had a golden star, though it seemed you had all flowers dance to your guitar... though it seemed you had fine jars and cars to make the tallest tree har.. but I am a crane in jakar.. my immunity from duty is my priority... I seek no ideal instance.. I seek for a dirty dove to sour in comfort of our reality... My beauty lies on being unapologetic.. I am a black night crane with no reverence for psychic..