OBJECT D'ART 

Scented parchment with scribbles,

Delicate ink from which emotions dribble,

Delicate honeyed alphabets

Dripping with love, just out of analects,

Soberly the words touch,

Trancingly the emotions run like a stream in a gulch,

Cute joyful aches, some mushy mistakes

And folds running criss-cross that trapeze,

Beautiful words, rhythmic, at times imperfect,

Perfectly soothing like the hands of an angelic anaesthetist,

In these times of just lust and wants,

The lovely words sets love so beautifully apart,

Write me your love, an object d'art, such a piece of art,

Write to me about all the love encapsulated in your heart!

©Madhumita