Kane's Wife

He wore his arrogance as if it were a coat, with pockets hiding confidence within, I could not tell if all of it was just veneer, Potomkin's vain façade, lit from behind. She told me though, as she would be the one to see through shades of gray, a wife's perogative, a cause to take her charms and fragrances of freedom to my lonely bed. Soon it behooved the two of us to reach for arrogance, embrace with open arms the freedom of a kindness from the gods, who'd sent him off into the world, the fellow Kane. We'll leave the gawkers pressing noses to the pane.