She Had Ice For Eyes

• Posted by: Maximillian John-Okeke
• Created: February 13, 2017
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I was tired from the long journey of finding what wasn’t,

It was like chasing one's tail without having one.

The sun was blazing hot and the sky was painted copper.

I saw an outline far ahead of me.

Finally there was hope.

I wasn’t sure if it was what I wanted it to be.

There was another figure attached to it.

Then I saw her in her full glory.

Long dark hair with glaring ice for eyes,

Ironic how she also had a pail of iced water.

What she had had to be the most streamlined waist I'd seen,

And right beneath were hips so broad.

I stared at her like she was a mystery I was trying to understand.

She wondered too, who I was, in the middle of nowhere.

I tried to communicate with her through my eyes but hers were deaf.

Surely she hadn't been this uncomfortable all her life.

Eventually she'd have to find out,

Or I'd have to just tell her - or ask her?

She was impatient already and expressed it well enough.

I had to make my move fast,

I couldn’t let God's blessing pass me by.

Her body language relaxed as my mouth started to move,

She didn’t expect what was coming,

She waited for was a compliment of some sort.

'Sorry Ma'am may I have some of your Iced Water?'

                                                                                                           J. MAXIMILLIAN

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