redberry

My hair wakes up,

taking the dream life with it

Straighten out the kinky bits,

take these curls i do avow

to become thee,

to defend thee,

to glisten with lightness

in your hairified atmosphere.

i fall into three tone locks amongst you

& covet your sanctuary;

I warm and cover

your secret ridden faces,

cool & waft you

when you’re hot.

My hair is modest

in your reflection,

detaching her brazen nature

from that nakedness glimpsed

in the odd confluence

of sunbeams & dogrose;

wanting to be a redberry

in the apple of your eye.