Yellow Door
Poem by Thandi Xaba─── 11:19 Tue, 01 Jul 2014
Inspired by one individual, who after I ‘d noticed him around campus, decided to have a chat with me in a supermarket aisle.
It means "Beauty"
It's when your brown skin is shimmering and making the sun-rays feel small, one sees your glow and it’s without a doubt remarkable.
Sculptured and beautiful, it’s that smile that keeps my thoughts afloat, roaming where I see lush fields and you swinging my hand, your dark lashes warming your big, deep eyes with every blink.
Sculptured and beautiful, it’s that smile that keeps my thoughts afloat, roaming where I see lush fields and you swinging my hand, your dark lashes warming your big, deep eyes with every blink.
I know have to reach back and clearly think, about how a simple soul can possess so much intrigue.
I would slyly look at your arm... your hands...edible-looking fingers embedding cute, clean nails.
Wow...it was when the Creator placed that beauty spot on your left cheek the lands knew a masterpiece had been created.
Words and speech that dominate my eardrums, wishing I could feast on them until no more could be said.
The magic that dwells in you, somehow wish you’d see how I see you. Understand that you are one of a kind.
This is so strange though...how that crazy day, fate held my hand and pushed me to talk to you.
The aisle smelling of veggies and fruits, strange place to meet a being that makes even the darkest-of-complexioned-cheeks blush.
I think of you, and your image and the replay of your rich voice makes me happy.
