A tall stout figure, a man who can configure or even refigure just Donned on me.

He smiled, he was warm hearted, but before he departed, he figured and crafted.

An easy way to peace, which would keep us all bonded in a single piece, but here,

My heart pounded, my eyes landed down first then up and scan the man in front.

Slowly from bottom to top, then stuck in the middle space, slowly rose to his face.

Ostensibly he was intimidating, but his eyes friendly bright with glee, so I didn't flee.

I sipped drops of water, mustered up the courage, and because he has the privilege.

To use his power, instead he chose to empower the man in front of him in that hour.

His lips parted wider than ever I remembered before, so there was much to explore.

My eyes wended from his chest to eyes, throat to eyes, chin to eyes, cheek to eyes.

I was frozen, I couldn’t say anything, but the man could bring the needed thing.

He soon with a friendly remark, melted the ice, an affable query rolled the dice.

“How was the Saturday!” the man untied the knot, knew how to make matters soft.

I blushed, but with fabricated courage, I made my behavior soft in the right spot.

“Wasn’t too bad,” I asserted, but my cheeks were hot because of what he had taught.

“Jl, ncy…,” he conceded, his eyes struggled or may be juggled, but he sounded bold.

He slurred the story in a few words, it’s not absurd, but averred, and like a warder.

He fixed his eyes on me again, the man was in no pain, but sighed, and like an abider,

He raised head, conceded, but with mixed feelings apologized; the man dawned on me.

My self-consciousness kicked in, the apology struck me hard, but what could I do?

I had thrown the stone, the ripple had grown, the guilty feeling in me had also grown.

I clutched my hands, looked in his eyes, then slowly raised my palms together,

“You understand my feelings,” I asked? So, the man nodded, that’s when I added.

I conceded, he acceded, then he conceded, and I acceded, thus the harmony proceeded.

I tucked palms again, and of course not in vain, I repeated the same question again.

He nodded every time, it was his prime, he made me happy without spending a dime.

“Do you want coffee,” the man asked, a query not masked which left my mind a task.

I said no, even that, he perceived it so, my way of gratitude, soon, he left in solitude.

I called him a liar, he used it as a wire, reconnected us with a plyer to put off the pyre.

He was a leader, he was a reader, he read the face and led the body but unlike a noddy.

He strengthened his place, increased his grace, he held everything in a single brace.

But the task for my mind, recalling the contract I had signed, was that just a wined?

I won’t hurt with my tongue, nor burn anyone’s lungs, that spirit shall not be shunned.

With tears in my eyes, I urged to ply the spirit of benevolence which should never die.

Remember, not I nor you, nor him nor her embody perfection, it is a time of reflection.

Perfection is the attribute of God, and because we are flawed, so let’s not be at odd.

I tried to write the poem symmetrical, it wasn’t practical, then I chose to be tactical.

Since that’s the idea, let’s not live in a utopia, let’s forgive all and recall to haul and.

Finally, since none is symmetrical because it isn’t practical, let’s be tactical, that’s all.

Let’s not Donn on each other, be the lover, the kind of brother, who never cancel others.