A quick sonnet I wrote.
|Lost in her mind,
I confide in her greatness.
A tongue that can topple empires.
She talks empowerment,
as rain kisses off the cobbled stone.
Transfixed in her paradigm.
I stare in awe.
hugs her face like powdered gold.
A brown empress,
Mehndi spirals down her tapestry.
Skin coloured saffron,
the brightest spice in the pantry.