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
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