WABI-SABI

Of all the colours that exist, red had to be the colour?

(photo credits to pinterest.com)

The sight of your skin under the lights became a fetish.

A fetish that only I had to be the discoverer of.

They claim that nothing is new under the sun, but a twin flame this fiery between us two never existed.

I always yearned to have you in my utopia; looking at you was probably my favourite hobby.

Your palms knew no hard times; your skin on mine felt like home.

I'm sure you lost count of how many times I wanted to feel your skin.

I have a thing for imperfections; oh no, that's what people call it, not me.

Tracing your God-given tattoo felt surreal; truly, the creator of heaven and earth is an artist.

Passing it again and again until we got to cloud 9, the brains behind Captain Morgan had something on us.

The taste of dark rum and the herb’s breath drew me closer every time.

Aside from me telling you to bring me something most of the time, you somehow had one of the keys to my heart.

My blood always pumped twice as hard as it usually does.

The effect is still on.

Disclaimer: The views expressed in this article are my personal reflections and do not constitute professional, legal, or medical advice. They are shared in good faith, based on personal experience and opinion. In line with Article 33 of the Constitution of Kenya (2010), which guarantees freedom of expression, and Article 19 of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights (UDHR), which upholds the right to hold opinions without interference, I respectfully ask that my words not be misinterpreted, misused, or taken out of context. Kindly receive them as shared insight, not instruction