Her hair drifts into a fallen curl
Upturned at the edges of distinct straight ways
Finely nimble columns of shaded blonde
Ropes of mercury gilded along a secret expanse
Her hair lightly touched her shoulder
Like a million hooks into me
A liquid shiver along ribbons of metallic velvet
Head cocked at at an altered angle
Her whisper spoke of deft summer breezes
A rain song
Shudders of fallibility were trapped in her sadness
A shine borrowed from tranquil days
She couldn’t hide
Emotions shed into the flow of her hair
Elastic skin choked over her vertebrae
A stocking-mask taut over a burglars face
Spinal edges poked up through skin in her neck
Parting falling hair
Glistening river rocks
Where the current bulges into curves
Her skin speckled with small black spots
Raised islandic discs of beauty
Coarse hairs like iron filings
These rare insects of dermis
Were they falling from her hair?
Emotional droppings burnished into skin
Brushed with the palm fronds of her hair
I escalated the velocity of my glance into her
Breathing became rapidly shared
A tandem exchange of autonomic functions
Sweat beads multiplied under her eyes
She cocked her head back looking at the sky
I stood and with a firm sweep
Gathered all her hair in my hands and pulled
Her off her feet and into the air
Coming to rest on my shoulder
There was a slight purring sound as I walked home
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