She moves like lightening and sings of thunder
She sees vampires and talks of night dancers in her village
Her eyes, her eyes strike pauses of a thousand suns and shades of revolting moons
Her face, lighting up a continent darker than the grey on her knees for she smiles like shining star
Her body, a landscape for my imaginations; close enough to sipping the finest wines off the holy grail
Her association, a divine link to heavens and hell, all in one look.
She has hooked on a feeling as she keeps turning my miseries and worries in to hope for a blissful tomorrow
But still…. I’m E.Z. Mugisha