Muse, and her hair

Your hair- flag waving in air,
colors of you, colors for me

Anchor in recollection, studio
where curiosity, desire await to be recorded

Vintage, priceless record that spins, and
doesn’t stop spinning my head. So I let it be

Scent of lavender, red and yellow, three blended
in one, fruit to juice, an ardent lover

Allure and passion, overflowing fountain,
pouring down a waterfall,

curtaining our lips, braided tongues
swaying gently to rhythm of our thickened breaths.


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