Comforted by the darkness
With no light to uncover the sadness
She empties her thoughts
To gain a place in the vast space
Now completely blind to all her faults.
The chilly wind whistles serenading chants
Whose warmth cleanses and caresses
the contours and curves of her now revolting skin.
It whispers of the immensity of her beauty
A calabash so intricately moulded by expert fingers,
Whose strength would not yield to the corroding
Mold smeared upon her by his deviously moist body.
In this trance of oblivion
With nothing but dotting twinkles of hope
holding together the fabric of the horizon,
She is completely at ease
Her wispy soul whooshing through all her sorrows-
For who is she to hold on
which clips her wings?