She laughs-
Her glorious myrrh pours out,
Her lips quivering- proud,
Not a noise, not a cough,
Not a squeal, not a shout,
Just a melody of worth-
She laughs.
She speaks-
Words flow with uncut perfection
Thoughts portrayed, all precision
Her voice for medicine- a prescription
It dignifies her, her permission
To rain over hearts with inception-
She speaks.
She walks-
she spins, she swirves,
She twists, she turns
Her foot shivers the earth
She glides, swifter than a dart
Graceful; flexible like a cat
Her motion; decent but fine,
Finer than the smoothest wine
See, that's how she walks...
She sits-
Without a slouch, but with grace
Sharply, like a ruby necklace
Her leg crossed above her thigh
Proudly, her head held high
Doubtless, she makes the men sigh
Smartness, the kind you can't buy
without a flaw-
She sits.
She cries-
Glistening diamonds
Flow down her cheeks
In perfect symmetry,
Her sorrow leaks
No yelling- no wailing-
Her sadness speaks,
With silence deep- intensely deep
She wipes her eyes with polished fingers
Her lovely eyes
They flutter-
They whisper-
They tell her story better
When she cries.
She sleeps-
She winds herself and closes her eyes
She drifts away- off with a smile
Her face at peace, her beauty refills
Rebuilding her features
For in the morning she reveals
Her laugh, her speech,
Her walk, her sit, her cry
But for now
she sleeps.
