Graceful StrandsA Poem by Dezarae
i simple poem how i learned to love myself for you opened my eyes.
My hair would be tangled in your fingers, while I drift into a trance. I only wear it loss for you, so your gentle hands would wound gracefully and lovingly in them, as you pull me close.
My tangled mess only becomes loss and pretty when you're on my mind.
It's days like these I wish you had hair, so I could tangle my fingers in that dark abyss, sooth your mind as I caress your skull, pulling you closer to me.
Smelling your apple blossom scent.
But it is me that owns the dark curls, the hair you fondly play with, the neck your fingers slowly caress under my cloak of darkness.
My hair was never my best feature in my eyes, but once you loved it along with me,
My hair became my new treasure.
© 2012 Dezarae