Beautiful Stranger

Beautiful stranger There's a stranger in my mind. We accidentally met for Professional assistance, but My mind seeking for Social aid. Nevertheless we've been Helped by a beautiful That locked my mind. Means to meet that Beauty was clicking since We left there with My mind locked by crystal Sparkling shining eyes. But won to face that Padlock again and failed To find a key to open And lock my heart inside. Again turning back To those memories and still, Thinking to twist your hand A little bit like old-fashioned way But the word ABUSE Is refusing to go that far. I closed you inside again. Cinga about Cinga became A habit when I think about Going there again. Her name was Cinga, A beautiful Stranger In my mind! By Thembelani Nqaba