It Is All About the Hair

first meeting by sight has since blinded me for she had a towel wrapped as if African style or getting out of the shower (to note her face was pure no makeup nor blemish of an almost copper toned color but her eyes nose and lips) now common place yet still unbecoming for it was IT was her hair all along like Medusa's snakes they were the ones that took take and turned me into stone so i only could look on and watch her biblically slither with no hiss as puff came out an afro purple and then to tease for me now to send of my harrowing experience braids surely the devil's made from first a colorful array of a rainbow made me want to find gold but illusion soon turned red as if angering the gods adamlike i hid then arose to answered by Diosa's dawn all was gone not bald but cleanly shorn and as wrath had passed and living i just have passed the test of lasting beyond the siren's shores tied to a mast seeing the unseen yet trying to best tell that the torture and pain mum can i go on that ride again long drawn out pleaseeeeese