Filed Under: Music & Film, Opinion | Posted: 11/04/2007 at 12:38AM
Comments | Region: Philippines
YOUR HAIR, ENTANGLED
Black as your shadow, of course
Long
Curly, coily
Trying to hide you,
But you rise above
those waving snake-like strands.
I meet you, protect you, own you
And I almost get lost in them;
And I keep on possessing you
Until some strands find their way into me
And I have to pick them
from between my teeth.
-August 1995
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