Let me tell you of the man
With haunted brown eyes
Dark, as forgotten cavernous catacombs.
His skin was deep dark chocolate.
The type you buy and ask why
The sugar miserably missed its mark.
Those spiked roach legs
Attached to his face
More Neanderthal that human.
Scribbled on his forehead, were
Rickety lines
Drawn by a child
Who is yet to be taught
The art of ruling.
Then, then he smiled.
Thin half-closed eyes
Shifted upwards
Then took a slant positioning
At the edge
Displaying thinner and lighter lines.
His thick full lips
Were drawn apart–
No matter how much they spread
He wouldn’t open their curtains
For the imperfection they hid.
They remained puckered
With a firmness
That promised mischief
A question danced in those eyes
Ever withdrawn all of your life savings
To pay for a vacation at a beach resort
Only to find
Garbage and rotten stench,
At the shoreline?
Ever had your dream car
Wham! By a freight train
Then watched it flattened
At the junkyard, because,
It was irreparable?
Ever watched as someone
Burnt your favorite picture
Of your lovely dead mother?
That was me, before the smile!
But he smiled, and I…
I climbed the top of the mountain
To watch for the first time
A blazing orange glow
As golden threads
Wrestled the dark for dominance,
In honor of a new dawn.
Coral reefs, once dead and deserted
Sprung up vibrant colors.
I swear I heard the words,
‘Let there be life.’
As though on its cue,
The skies poured down their blessings
And I was sheltered in a theater
While Beethoven orchestrated
His debut of Ode to Joy.
I fell in love, despite swearing it off!
Tee M. Allison
I wanted this to be playful, to focus on the flaws and not this unrealistic image of the perfect guy. We all want the Hemsworths and the DiCaprios but our hearts pick differently. And most of the books we read, hell, Hollywood sells us the portrait of this completely perfect guy and we love those images till we think, well no one is perfect. There are flaws in appearances or characters or something. but none of those things matter when you fall in love, and it wasn’t just enough to say it was beautiful or blissful or happiness.
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