Ode to the Curls

– Kriti Kushwaha

There is something about summers.
These strapless summer blouses.
As I unpin my hair
My curls fall
Smooth and subtle.
On naked shoulders
And slipping arms.
Gracefully they descend
Like the autumn leaves
With gleams of the Sun
Healing my neck
Silken and suave,
They reach the spine.
Gently kissing my forehead
A peck on the nose
Time takes a pause
Perhaps slows down
To contemplate.
Involuntarily,
My fingers move
Like the lover’s gesture
I put them behind the ears.
Entangle.
Rumple.
Ruffle.
I embroil myself
Into the detailed
Spirals of my head.
“Such a mess…”
Exclaims some envious voice.
“…full of romance. “
I complete.

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