you’ve done something to your hair
i think
it’s still as long
but styled in waves
that make me think of
ribbons more than beaches
and a spot of color
varied gold and brown
with black spots
the coloring of a hawk
you pass by
dressed for business
and barely have time
to give me a smile
and hint of your perfume
but it is enough
Tag: hair
Poem 20150113
her hair falls across her
face as she laughs
embarrassed by something
she herself said
though not louder than
a whisper
suddenly
all of the air seems
to have left the room
and my phone stops
keeping accurate time
Poem 20141117
the wind
tugs
at your hair and
i stop myself from
pushing it back
behind your ears
because that casual touch
my fingertips
brushing against you
is not
enough