Beauteous – K.B

Beauteous

 

 

Well reasoned,

She’s sitting on
A chair
Like a girl
On a rock,

She looks
At me with
Tenderly
Piercing
Eyes.

She took
Care of me,
Allowed me
Some privileges
When I was sick.

I thought to myself,
This is a hell
Of a woman,

Grace, moral
And physical
Beauty

And trust.

Benevolence.

I wonder what
She’s becoming.

Her pearly
White skin
Still makes
Me shiver

And her
Gaze,

And manucured
Feet ,

Her tall silhouette
And langorously
Appeased
Way of walking,

Committed,
But not fighting
Anything nor
Anyone.

Tenderness,
I could feel
It beyond
Words

Coz at that time,
Words were restricted
And we had to collaborate
Beyond our gender
And mutual empathy.

She’d ask after me,
And she was the sole
Intelligence on which

I could rely,

That I ever knew
Tending to a touchable
Supreme Good.

That was and still is
Her natural charisma,

No ego, a river streaming
With food till the end
Of times.

Peace be upon her
Despite my reluctance
As To her real function :
That’s when beauty transcends
Anything,

The hardest cored
Prejudice

For I value
Anything
That broadens
Healthily
The human
Experience,

From Lolita
To the sky,

To time,

Like she does.

K.B
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