Teary Eyes… Poem by Merlin Mwaura

It was morning with a gloomy sky,
Huge greys hovering so high…
Without intention or knowing how,
I found a lady’s eyes, and thought, “ wow! ”

I might be mistaken, even in my assumption,
Did God want me to see her?
What beauty now that perplexes me…!
I realize what a foolish thing it is of me to think,
These are matters of coincidence,
I need not make a fuss over it.

While the wind blows around us,
And that which blows within mine head,
These thoughts have robbed me,
Of a scene I did not see…
An’ yet the evidence is a cause for pity,
For what wipes the tears of a beauty like her?

Even in my notions and possible ventures,
I still see what supple lips she muses with…
To steal a kiss, seems my most chanting desire.
But my duty firm catches me,
And offer my fold handkerchief…

While her tears soak in my private clothe,
An’ proceed hence to comfort her,
My own tears begin to blur,
my sight of here Venus company.
While this gentle one tells a tale,
Of things unlike her beauty, of a cruel nature I am broken.
While I am a Man…an’ cries not!
I hold mine within these lashes…
I hope that she sees not, for am her strength…
For of the entire world, only I….
Stopped and stared,
Of her beauty an’ not her chore.

While her purse fill with crippled notes,
Her makeup ill on her face,
when her tears erode thee superficial…
even I commit some courage to restrain from comment.
Cloths cling tight on her skin,
The hoarse shrill of her voice,
She is a comforter of men,
but she is found a comforter then.

I judge not, for what I know not of,
Her heart riddled with malice,
Tethered an’ shred by sodomite men,
With her teary eyes…
She is keen, an thanks me in a heartening shrug…
There are Men unlike men…
An’ we part without a word thence.