A Barbados Girl I Met in Kuwait
Posted: 20 Dec 2019, 22:36
The Barbadian Queen
Her name was unknown, She was no clone.
At lunch that day they met, when She sat down beside Him.
On purpose, by accident, innocence?
He couldn't tell
What should He ask her?
What was She looking for?
She had the pretties brown eyes that saw Him.
Lashes so long and straight, with beautiful lips that longed to be kissed.
A voice with the sound ...
... the scent of the smell of fresh roses clipped.
A Black Beauty Queen in disguise, indeed She was.
Maybe its Me - just lost in lust.
When She walked past Him, the other day.
His mind was poised, brain got dazed.
The way She looked, so quiet and innocent.
But Her eyes need not lie.
Betrayed, was the look of Independence, Power, and Boldness ...
But that's okay.
He asked where from, She said "New Mexico."
As an Islander, new to the US, Her answer seemed strange to Him.
A CoCoa Black Queen?
From this place never seen.
The look of confusion in His eyes She clarifies:
" I was raised in New Mexico, but born in Barbados."
Barbados? An Island He knew.
Surely She was that Barbadian Queen, indeed.
"Why are You here?"
He wanted to ask.
"Are you in search for a King, far and near?"
(He ponders)
A long silence His lips won't move for fear.
Finally swollowing fear, lips part, conjuring words beginning. ...
She stood, She had to leave.
Like "Cinderella," who disappeared at midnight.
Only She left nothing.
Nothing indicating, that He should follow.
A sad day was just what He needed.
He heard fear in His ears laughing:
"Mr. Too Late."
"You may never get this chance again."
"To be this close to sweet, "Dark Chocolate..."
He didn't even asked Her name!
What's gotten into Him.
"Why won't it flee, this sin?"
He prayed
He was to much afraid.
In Her glorious presence He felt low, like a servant.
A servant compared to such a Queen of Beauty.
It was fear that over shadowed Him.
Fear, like dark clouds, threatening a rainy day.
When ever She'd walk past today.
He'd bow, hiding His face, looking the other way.
She is now lost forever, a what could have been.
Will they ever bump into each other?
Get that close again?
Her name was unknown, She was no clone.
At lunch that day they met, when She sat down beside Him.
On purpose, by accident, innocence?
He couldn't tell
What should He ask her?
What was She looking for?
She had the pretties brown eyes that saw Him.
Lashes so long and straight, with beautiful lips that longed to be kissed.
A voice with the sound ...
... the scent of the smell of fresh roses clipped.
A Black Beauty Queen in disguise, indeed She was.
Maybe its Me - just lost in lust.
When She walked past Him, the other day.
His mind was poised, brain got dazed.
The way She looked, so quiet and innocent.
But Her eyes need not lie.
Betrayed, was the look of Independence, Power, and Boldness ...
But that's okay.
He asked where from, She said "New Mexico."
As an Islander, new to the US, Her answer seemed strange to Him.
A CoCoa Black Queen?
From this place never seen.
The look of confusion in His eyes She clarifies:
" I was raised in New Mexico, but born in Barbados."
Barbados? An Island He knew.
Surely She was that Barbadian Queen, indeed.
"Why are You here?"
He wanted to ask.
"Are you in search for a King, far and near?"
(He ponders)
A long silence His lips won't move for fear.
Finally swollowing fear, lips part, conjuring words beginning. ...
She stood, She had to leave.
Like "Cinderella," who disappeared at midnight.
Only She left nothing.
Nothing indicating, that He should follow.
A sad day was just what He needed.
He heard fear in His ears laughing:
"Mr. Too Late."
"You may never get this chance again."
"To be this close to sweet, "Dark Chocolate..."
He didn't even asked Her name!
What's gotten into Him.
"Why won't it flee, this sin?"
He prayed
He was to much afraid.
In Her glorious presence He felt low, like a servant.
A servant compared to such a Queen of Beauty.
It was fear that over shadowed Him.
Fear, like dark clouds, threatening a rainy day.
When ever She'd walk past today.
He'd bow, hiding His face, looking the other way.
She is now lost forever, a what could have been.
Will they ever bump into each other?
Get that close again?