Longhared Girl

LONGHAIRED GIRL I'd like to take you. Stay with me, and let me feel your flowing hair, and look into your flashing eyes to see if love just might be there; to feel you pressing in the night with no synthetics come between, and labor in the heart of life that makes our being clean. My lady lying, just as I, content, with dampened hair, spreading, falling, pulling, we! And joining wings, fly everywhere. You! I! Go on silkened threads, before a moment shoots away, and chords that bind to other things, intertwined, but not to stay, And take me, you, my longhaired girl, tomorrow will not know, this little love we share tonight, if you have to go. © Ron Wilson Arbuthnot aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet