My Hair
Who'd ever thunk it?
A head full of round, squiggly, popping curls,
softened with water and subtle rosemary herbs,
leaving the scent of honey on its comb.
Stretchy confections spring back towards
the head, waiting to grow up.
With childlike sweetness, it is gathgered
together for a fluffy puff.
Rose colored sexy, it rises on its own.
Behind me like a second moon.
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