It billows
like the single scoop
ice cream we ate on a
dusty day in Yellowstone.
As rough as buffalo's coat
but twisting coiling careening
across his scalp
like my heart in my stomach
And in moments of bravery
I let myself run
my hands through it
Hair dark as the earth
that swirled around our feet
in Hebgen Lake.
in Hebgen Lake.
It likes to catch in my fingers
like the tangled seaweed
through my toes
as we waded in
the Henry's Fork
And I tell him
I love it
I love it
push it out as a whisper
when it's too dark to see
the strands that press against
the pillow
And I know he doesn't understand.
The lines around
his eyes deepen
As I hide my face
in his chest.
No,
he could never understand.
The lines around
his eyes deepen
As I hide my face
in his chest.
No,
he could never understand.
Because
How do you love
hair?
Wow. That's lovely. I particularly enjoyed the place references. It offers us a glimpse into the couple. We can infer that travel is an important part of their lives. We often live by landmarks, and that landmark gets transferred to body hair.
ReplyDeleteI also like the place references, this is you? Long hair blowing in the wind is the visual image I get when I read this. Good job, it really painted a picture for me. I like long hair on men too. Buffalo fur isn't really that coarse, I think its soft, warm and curly.
ReplyDeleteThis is awesome! I can picture every moment!
ReplyDeleteWhen reading I could understand every little detail. It was fun reading it!
ReplyDeleteThis is a great poem! I really enjoyed this!!!
ReplyDeleteGood descriptive words, I enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteThis is good. Very descriptive.
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