Ballad of My Lover's Hair
Through the window, dawn enters
and ignites her hair in a glory
of subtle shades and glimmers
that dazzle me...
flooding my mind with memories,
capturing my heart with its radiance...
such lovely hair, ecstasy to my fingers,
in a silken cascade of meadow fragrance.
A cool breeze slips in and stirs
wayward stands that slowly
sway, languid, erotic dancers
that awaken her from dreams, softly.
And when she moves, the hair pours freely,
over her shoulders and breasts in an elegance,
like the gentle flow of a river,
in a silken cascade of meadow fragrance.
She leans to kiss and it spills over
my face, down my chest, immersing me
in its scented heat...a cloud of gossamer
laying on my body
like the mist of a summers day...lightly
touching in a whisper of sibilance
that I can listen to forever,
in a silken cascade of meadow fragrance.
I pull her close and bury my face in its wonder,
finding in its touch and smell, my existence,
for it embodies her,
in a silken cascade of meadow fragrance.