MY fingers find
those soft, silky strands
Her hair glides between
each one
twisting, rushing air
like when I reach from
car windows
grasping longingly
to gently tug at such smoothness

Glistening catchers of light
thick and elegant
swaying, swishing
falling fleetingly on her every
shift and shiver
How I wish
this sweet scented stream
flowed from her head
and not from
her butt…