Leila

 

This is a story about the girl with many faces 

and an unknown persona,

Leila.

She was an exotic girl. Voluptuous and all.

Her hips swayed like palms in the wind when she walked 

and like sunflowers to the sun, eyes followed every step. 

The infamous face.

She yearned for joy and freedom. 

But that’s not how she appeared to be. 

In town, she was an ice queen. 

Spines shivered when she stared. 

The face of  cold decorum.

So when did she get to be happy then? At night. 

When the moon and wind called to the waters,

cajoling for a passionate performance of swaying body.

The same performance known to claim lives of men

in the wrong place at the wrong time.

That’s when Leila could be free. 

On such nights with hands swinging 

and legs drumming patterns on earth’s dusty ground, 

she called to be released from her clay confinement. 

And in a fluid movement, 

she was in her shimmery element. Her real face. 

Speculations had gone round town for many years 

about who she could be,

but no one dared to approach this strange deity. 

So speculations, as usual when not peered into,

remained just that. Speculations.

It's been a while I put anything up here and I apologize.😓

However, I hope you enjoy this story though and the stimulating music that comes with it. The video was edited by me and the music was produced by me too. What can I say,

creativity is life!😉