When You Are Done Loving Me Poem by Avinash Nair

When you are done loving me,
Hide me in those slight curves
That form around your lips
When you smile in purest bliss.
Make me that loose strand of your hair,
That your fingers caress
With gentleness and utmost care.
Make me that mark on your chest
And let me lie there forever and rest
All my sorrows and pain.
Mix me gently in those tear drops,
That comes unknown to you in your eyes,
Which your reasoning tries to stop.
Make me that madness of yours
That glisten on your face
At those moments that I call ours.