You’re a creature of lines
Long and uninterrupted
Short and broken.
Long wavy lines crest from your scalp
They turn and turn into themselves
Curly and tangled, a beautiful crown
My hands long to trace the lines that curve down
from your torso, down to your legs
A work of art that cannot be matched
But my favourite is that line on your face
Out of it comes lines that makes my stomach tumble
The line that splits and out comes joy
Its soft and supple, shiny with a gloss
And can stop the world with a simple curve upwards.
And one day, I can’t wait to cover it with mine
