WORDPLAY: T

The curl of her hair straightened
as my fingers brushed through;
Lily and rosemary snuck through the crevices of her hair
Perforating the air in an ineffable beauty,
Much like how the dent in her lower lip
captured my breaths.
As she turned to look at me
Her ubiquity rapidly absorbed my senses
My eyes lingered on that beauty spot
dominating her upper lip.
She smiled; the effervescence skiped my words
And her fingers playfully titled the curves
of her hair behind her ear.
At a loss, I mumbled, "beautiful,"
and therein I remained. 

Adnan M. S. Fakir teaches Economics at BRAC University. Outside he directs a documentary film series called "Finding Bangladesh," writes, takes photos, does social activism and travels a lot. He can be reached at adnanfakir@gmail.com.