Delilah’s Hair

March 7, 2008

Long, brown wave.
Dark as melted
softer than it
streaming down a spoon.
Bolt of silk.
Perfumed, smooth.
Strong like coffee,
tracing muscles
like a road map
down her spine.
She’d wrap herself
inside at night.
Curve around
her waist and thighs.
Lace her fingers
through it’s vine.
Once she cut it.
Cropped it,
Chopped it.
Didn’t kill her.

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