Catman Cohen Poet Free verse

A Curly Kind of Love

Hours 
Spent 
Straightening her 
Tangled blonde hair

Thousands
Spent 
Taming her
Wild
Golden locks

Ages 
Spent 
In front of a
Dishonest 
Mirror

That lied 
And lied again
About her
Beauty
Within

Don’t you know
Those curls are a treasure
My curly friend?

When I play with them at
Night

Again
And
Again

Wrapped round my fingers
Feeling your original curly sin

Don’t you know 
Those curls are a pleasure
My curly friend?

As they tickle my 
Soul
In their 
Serpentine
Intent

I want to mess your 
Proper blonde
Into a wild naked disarray
Curls and more
Curls
A field of windswept
Growth

I want to bury my nostrils
Into the heady bare 
Perfume
Of your silent
Curly 
Oath

And 
I 
Won’t 
Let 
You

No, 
I 
Won’t 
Let 
You

Defile those curls

Again

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Dan Kearley November 25, 2012 at 4:16 PM Curly blond hair....Oh yea!

Carol Sunshine Brown February 10, 2012 at 7:58 AM I truly enjoyed reading your wonderful poetry today Catman. I hope you have an amazing weekend. Love, Carol

Anne-Lise Andresen February 9, 2012 at 1:51 PM Lovely curly curls !!!! -oxox Anne-Lise

Chuck Novotny February 9, 2012 at 11:58 AM This work brings back some bitter-sweet memories for me. Thank you. I do wish some clarification as to the "original curly sin" phrase. That one "sin" thought throws me. And it's remains a noble work