My eyes on a gorgeous goddess <br />transfixed, transfigured, I couldn't turn nor twist <br />by the chants and charm of her hairs and eyes <br />her eyes like emerald, brighter than Liberian diamonds <br />her hairs more luminous than summer sky <br />both entwined set her aglow and <br />perform a dance-drama of rain torrents <br />bouncy, bounteous with blush abandon <br />edifying her build and defying beauty bureau <br />I'd thought her a mere goddess <br />till her voice stuck my drums <br />locked in velvety fibres, creamy and creaseless <br />it appeals and appears stronger <br />than all I have heard ever <br />it sends cold chill than down my spine <br />and tuned most melodious music in my mind <br />then it dawned; her life is a sacred groove <br />only the called and initiated shall walk <br />and her space, a haven <br />for the heart; pure and unworldly.<br /><br />ifedayo oshin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-angel-on-the-street/
