Masked Beauty

By Naphtali Banda

I woke up last Saturday 
With so many problems rolling in my head 
I was certainly not standing in the row of solutions 
And not brave enough to roar like a lion 
So, I decided to simply take a stroll 

Walking step by step 
With my eyes locked forward like a penalty taker 
Hoping my eyes will at least glance at something 
That will captivate my attention 
Then it happened 

That as I made the first corner 
I saw an angel from a distance 
She was the perfect definition of beauty 
She must have been the prototype Godused in creation 

Because her kind was rare 
With a body so dear 
Even though my view was from the rear 
Her beauty was still clear 

She had that perfect geometry and morphology 
Incomparable to anything 
And with every step she took 
The earth shook in appreciation 
As my eyes danced to the music of her moves 
I was drowned in her beauty 
Lost in the splendour of her smooth skin
That must have been dipped in the finest milk 
That removed all spots 
Making her a mirror that reflects beauty 

My mind was running beyond its limit 
My hands shaking to have a feel of smoothness 
My lips longing to have a taste of her sweet lips 
All I could think of was a feel of warmth 
In her arms 

Thunder struck me as I got closer 
Wishing it would have been better if my eyes didnt work 
As I realised that what I saw was mere deception 
Her beauty was masked by a thick wall of chemicals 
She was a mirror that reflected masked beauty