Feb 13th; Yet To Find

Her skin serenades my working hands
her listening silence is wise counsel to my
troubled, tired mind.

her searching eyes are welcome to my imperfections,
because there is no judgement in her questions
and no condemnation in her judgement.

Her complexity leaves me silent,
her creativity paints the colours of my gaze
across an otherwise beige room,

her blemishes are beautified in honesty
and cast shadows across photoshop idols
for the skin is deception.

She will bow where I bow
but never to me
and I never to her.

Written february 13th 2011 before I met my wonderful wife. too chliched? Naa!


Popular posts from this blog

Her Fingers

Please Hear What I’m Not Saying

Our Boy