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