you heat the oil
and I sit at your feet,
the balcony's junglescape
by our side
your jasmine fingers
work in my hair,
kneading scalp circles
and composing orbits –
lines run and rehearsed
until off-book
the day is detangled
sectioned and braided,
ends left loose
đĢļđž
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely use of imagery! I particularly enjoyed how you pointed out the artistry of good champi.
ReplyDeleteI love every word of this poem. So beautifully crafted -- a scented braid in itself. I found myself transported to the balcony's junglescape.
ReplyDeleteso vivid. beautiful in its simplicity, evoking nostalgia. loved the last stanza, especially.
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ReplyDeleteLoved this
ReplyDeletevery beautiful!
ReplyDeleteSo very lovely! I love the thought of jasmine fingers.
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