Your Hair Was Hanging Down Your Back

Your hair was hanging down your back and hid your shoulders, tumbling waves and rays of sun. I kiss your pale and gleaming shoulder bid with gold, the purest action ever done. You looked as far as eyes can see across the field and river, sighed against my chest and then I heard you laugh and saw you toss your head for love of fingers on your breast, your eyes, my essence, stared at mine, I fear the separation, ending what can say my soul in words, I treasure, hold so dear your voice, your giggle, tussled hair that may have freedom streaking yellow, black throughout the strands, their promise never will I doubt.