The River of Hair

Note: I wrote this one quite some time ago. I am not sure whom I was thinking of, but I have shown it to some women in my life and they are all struck by the very last lines of the piece. Please enjoy.

The river of hair

behind the precious stone

of skin and warmth

I feel strength there

like that short space I touch

in an embrace

the curve, the mystic curve

There is a private set

of mathematics pulses below

some peak in a glance

just in the subtlety of

bone sense breathing

energy and now light

waiting in you

I could let myself

swim through this, coming through

the depth into some air

that we are sharing in a

closeness space

intents in what we are

still perceiving

an image of my hands in

space warmth and the

last touch of the you in me

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