Bald Love
The shallow water at our feet
Grains of sand reflecting heat
Sunshine on our skin and in your hair
Your hand on my bald head but you don’t care
Tenderly rubbing sun block and a kiss
On top of my head like a holy bliss
But God I’m happy that you’ve seen
how handsome I was at seventeen
Copyright © D Bronowski | Year Posted 2007
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