CURLS

A little flash in an exploding nerve ending

bursts as the absentminded finger slides

catching a curl for a moment 

snapping like a spring

Entangling flights of fantasy

within convoluted whorls

Ringlets that imprison kinaesthetics

in constrained braided coils 

A wave follows the proprioception, 
ascending as unrefined elation rides

on the shoulders of a blissful torrent

that rolls, whirlpools, coils

in loops and oversees the disassembly

of reason, by an anthology of curls

falling out from a tress-full of tricks

leaving fantigue unexplained

Touch and elation lie thus blended

intermingling in the ebb and fall of tides

spinning in a sudden rip current

The braided twirl glistening 

resting in unhindered repose, gently

basking in the attention it deserves

And the world stops to stare transfixed

at untamed natural curls