unlikely spaces
like the hair that fits faces
the way she rocks the kaleidoscope shoelaces
but me
I found my heaven in your hair
the twisting curls that always lead my fingers there
I just want to let them play
until my longings go away
the follicles sooth the pain of whatever past shame remains
I have found heaven in a sister's head
who would have ever figured that?
No comments:
Post a Comment