Her eyes met his and looked downwards
He caught her chin and slowly angled it upwards
Until their eyes met again
Still silent no words…
He wanted to…
He moved his hands to do so…
But she caught him
And shook her head
He put his hand away
She caught his hand
And took him to a mirror and asked him to look…
‘Look at that face!’ she said
And pointed towards a face
A face he could not see
A face she could see,
The face she described as,
‘Burnt, devoid of lips, with two holes
Serving as nostrils, no eyelashes, and ugly’
He looked on, searched the mirror all over
But found none,
He turned away from the image and
Looked at the live face
And noticed pearls dripping
He extended his hands and caught them
And closed his palms.
He held her face between them now
And looked hard
‘Where are the burns?’ He thought.
Again the eyes meet
She sees her face in his eyes
And looked hard
And wondered, “Where are the burns?”
Is that really me?
Do I really look so beautiful?
She understood and closed her eyes
And embraced her man
Yes, he is her man!
