I met a man, a good looking Brother.
Damn, he was so fine.
The sky must have trembled the day he was born.
A mismatch of Blair Underwood, Idris Elba – no,
Wait…perhaps even Taye digs and some Shemar Moore.
But nevertheless, he was so hot – tasty like
that cold chocolate milkshake on a sunny day.
With each strut by the side-walk as he walked,
a feeling of pride as he run his fingers o’er his chin,
beautiful eyes as he faked a smile and paused to speak.
I must have trembled inside!
Stuttered as i struggled to remember my name…
Roaches must have wound up my insides with the magic
that i almost assumed sprung from his sexy lips.
Till i posed a shutdown, a few mumblings,
distractions in my system, my mind revolting-
strange feelings here and there.
Somehow i imagined how Eve must
have felt the first time she met Adam.
And here i was, with all these sensations,
an old classic i mimed, a beautiful poem-
revoking nature in many ways.
Yet somehow, his speech broke- and his pride flickered,
a silence that now dawned with each glare.
His voice with more clarity-
his pride now released a rare stench,
a lesser intelligence through his words-
suddenly, all that glitter varnished and there he stood
stark naked before me, a rare indecent exposure,
a notch underneath his weak poise.
His pathetic pride, the fold on his skin-
a mask he caressed.
It was like i had regained my sight
and proper judgment- suddenly, he looked Ugly.
And i saw him for who he is;
only an arrogant handsome face
good muscular body with
some ice but no intelligence and respect.
My name more visibly spoken,
a beautiful clarity as he watched me walk away.