Designer’s Touch

 

I watched her as she stepped out of her gown

Exposing to my eyes, a perfect figure
Like the exhibition of an artist
Accurate curve with hair black as charcoal
Two calabashes of palm wine in front
And one big balloon at the back
Swaying sideways as she walks
Like a she-goat in her gestation period
A pair of legs, bowed and stout
But fitting perfectly the plump body
Sleek arms with slender fingers
And beautifully cut nails
Her face glowing
I’m sure the moon is envious of her shine
Two brown eyes dreamy like hell
Ears perfectly perched in the right places
A sculptured nose pointing towards me
And a perfectly carved lips, red and sumptuous
On the whole a perfect beauty
With little imperfections adding to its uniqueness
I looked at the wife of my youth,
And I couldn’t help but wonder if God has a Doctors degree in Arts
For beholding my wife I see art at its finest
A designer’s touch