So tickled, I giggled… You never forget your first time, Amazed, Amused, Confused, Contrite In my arms rested a masterpiece.
Lips, hips, fingertips temporarily paused, So this is what it feels like? What’s that in my eye? A tear drop?!
Hush child… You deserve it.
Blush-sunset-silk-lush-tendrils-midnight-orchestra-milk-leather-tissue… Not quite adequate… I’m lost…. for words.
So I reach out, I touch, Feel, Experience, Smooth, Coarse, Receptive, Rejective I drink in; my eyes wide open slits, I taste the sweetness in my soul & the saltiness of my tears.
Hush child…. You are worth it.
Blooming & blossoming, Polka dots & stripes, Twinkles & jingles, All things bright and beautiful,
I’m in the spotlight, Twirling & laughing, The sunlight is happy, The breeze is clapping,
A girl once moved by a bouquet, A woman knowing she’s a well tended garden.
Hush child…. You are just right.
By: Davida Echetabu
Davida Echetabu
I just love pieces like this one! You read it and can draw from it various interpretations… more like an open cheque for the imaginative mind đ
Totally loved it Davida! ….I hope YOU did too dear reader! đ
A slimmer face, Narrower nose and Higher cheek bones; Fuller lips and Dazzling eyes⊠These and more you can supply. You make my skin glow and bless me with a radiant complexion⊠I cling to you, for you are my perfection.
My âWar paintâ! My great disguise in this âcosmetic nationâ.
With you I blend in, I am Trendy and Youthful, Sexy as sin!… I AM BEAUTIFUL! …Without you I am insecure; Scared of what could be seen once I am stripped of your wondrous sheen.
Hide my blemishes, quickly! Spare men the sight of swollen bags under my eyes! Stay so they may pay no attention to my aging skin and stress lines!
âŠSadly this is me “au natural”; This is me when the Vail falls.
War paint… My biggest lie! Yet, you are the arsenal in my hunt for a guy; you, my greatest ally.
…And so, sadly but TRUE, it is with you all my flaws I hide, with each layer of âwar paintâ I apply.
Festival King 