With gentle meekness
Your hands curve at hedges like the roasted chicken
Meeting at the centre _to hold again_

Twirling into an encasing to encase your face
And giving balance against world's worry
With gentle slopes your chest heaves
Releasing the breathe that stabilizes your life.

Your legs straighten with focus and purpose
Meeting at a point to engage matters
Your body slopes
With a motion quite fluid telling all is well.

Your straight African hair do
Goes in straight curvy lines
Right from the nape of your head
To the hollow of your neck.

Many overlook quite easily
But in that innocence I see strength
To the serene atmosphere you give
Even in a world troubled by Chaos.

Many things rumbles in my mind
But a look at your face caresses my soul
Once again I turn to behold,
The sleeping beauty just before me.

©Femi Xplosionz