MASTERPIECE

Damp hair are beautiful
But they never sound
As melodious
When they aren't yours
Lacking frictional lilts
Of a masterpiece
That your are
And that every thing else isn't

It's quite a tragedy
How we remained
For so long
Like a literary masterpiece
Without a cover
To illustrate its value
Something that one finds
And realises the importance of
Not by curiosity
But by mere accident

Yet my wish is infinite
And my desire is fire
Though not of the kind
That intends to burn
I am rather heat
Heat– that makes you
Numb and mellow
As you lay melting
Before the crackles of a fireplace
In the warmth of an embrace
That you did recognise
But knew not so well

-K.G.