My lover’s hair

My lover’s hair breathes sunshine, shampoo,
smoke. It rings me
a secret peal. Under my hand
it’s tangled-trick and smooth-slick,
cat, otter, always
slipping away. The wind is in it
even when it’s still.

(First published in Creatrix)

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