An oldie but a goodie.
Long hair, thick hair
pheromone trap black hair
a rope to tug pinned up
against a wall. Spillover bedside,
bleach in the summertime, shave
in fall. Smooth at secret crescent
silken comb of broken teeth. Tie
it back, it bursts, hair,
tie it back, it bursts.
Cable-strength noose, barbarian braid
a sword between two bodies reclined
no trust cannot sleep beside
hair, unsung Samson song keep
those fingers to yourself.
Supple never touch hair,
soft but never touched.
Laura Eppinger 