Treasure Island

Gaylord Munemo

(20 May 1991 / Masvingo)

Curvey Woman

That blushing to her beauty gave more grace,
And laughter to her blushing, did I fall
Like unto the sparkling on her face,
The rays of prefection did I praise,
Like the fine yeast my applause did I raise,
To adorn and credit such rare beauty,
She smiled and my eyes did I open;
Linience and mecry such I did need,
Tell me about this journey,
In my mind was a coup de tat,
Wash away my thoughts, fashioned thyself,
I met an angel, I met a rare creature

She sat with pefect skin like unto the skies,
In a linen multi-coloured dress,
Fashioning her shape and ultimate posture,
Fear got the best of me,
Speechless as I stood in front of her presence,
My mind did speak but my mouth was frozen,
In stale and great dysfunction did I ponder,
There she sold her goods in a fine room,
My pounding indecision preceded me,
Such was the befalling reign of doom,
Too old for my age, too young to for my stage,
Should I greet her, deposit eloquence of the poet
Should I stare upon the art of her taste,
I liked what I saw, I loved the moment
Destruct not my sight, Im falling apart
Melting under the avalanche of my inadequecy
The language is departing my tongue,
Should I call her angel, beauty or perfectionist,
Perhaps my diction is drained in her image
She was beautiful, yet heart I did not hunt

Did I gather the patience to hold my words?
In a sublime moment of losing focus,
Drunk; my eyes did confuse my thoughts,
Im allegic to rare beauty, spare my the sylph
Hold not my hand, lest I kiss your fine lips
The train is passing by, hold not my thoughts
Who then shall tell the world of your beauty,
When the beauty of the world is in vain
Would you care about me, or what I speak,
Worry not the poet, perhaps his words,
My eyes did undress her,
My thoughts touched her more,
The vision was vivid,
How beautiful are you, Curvey woman

Submitted: Tuesday, July 09, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 12, 2013

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  • Donald Kuutsi (9/17/2013 6:47:00 PM)

    you killed it man....u spazzed '' u have the vibe man, l salute u Sando dzako mukomana! ! (Report) Reply

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