āBeautyā¦ is the shadow of God on the universe.”
– Gabriela Mistral.
The meaning of ābeautifulā has become dull and common place when in fact the wordās original implication indicates that the person stands out among others. The touch of mysterious allure possessed by certain sights gives me this joie de vivre of being fortunate to have the shadow of God casted upon me. I canāt help but admire one of Godās masterpieces. A Mona Lisa bringing out the full grandeur of Godās creation.
There is this one whose marvel I simply canāt find a repository for in my mind. Her image seems to evaporate each time I try to make out her face in my mindās eye. Perhaps I havenāt had my fill of watching her yet. Immaculately designed, precisely engineered, finished to perfection and full in the right places. She has these eyesā¦ these shiny innocent eyes that would keep you under the spell of savouring that moment of holding your gaze. Eyes that seem to peer into the heartās abyss- the heart of hearts. Eyes that could keep a basilisk dazed forever. Eyes that seem to say āif you think my eyes are beautiful, itās because they are looking at youā. And that coy smile of polite geniality which seems to melt the very heart for my existence. I get close enough, ostensibly to help her in solving a math problem (well of course she does need my help) but in actual fact to get a whiff of her ethereal beauty- to bask in her ambience. I try as much as possible not to be transfixed by the cleavage of those B-cups (boy keeping my eyes off those is like denying myself one of natureās rare spectacles). I burn hundreds of calories to keep my eyes focused onto the page, trying to give her face a miss. I give in too soon and stealthily raise my eyes to look at the lips. Gosh! What I saw blew me away. I was likeā¦ likeā¦ Gone With the Wind! They were the cutest lips Iāve ever seen. Succulent well defined Cupidās bowā¦ boy kissing those lips would feel like falling into a drum of honey. My eyes were firmly fixed to it like glue. The sight whetted my appetite but had to restrain myself from wetting my lips as I was under radar. Someone else might be watching. I withdraw my eyes quickly onto the page as I wouldnāt want her lifting her eyes to catch me ogling her lips.
Now canāt catch her staring cos sheās supposed to. Canāt because Iām supposed to look her and everyone else in the eye. Boy how I wish it was a different setting. Canāt tell if seeds of affection have sprouted in my heart or if itās infatuation (which I hope itās not the latter).
Senses cannot grasp this marvel that makes me want to gorge myself with every part of her. Perhaps something elseā¦ something differentā¦ something to serve as compensationā¦ something beyond the sensesā¦ Hush! Hush! This should be on the QT. wouldnāt want the rumour mill turning about this enchanting marvel that Iām developing a soft spot for- the shadow of God.
Shadow