YOUR HAIR, ENTANGLED

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