Unruly

My lover loves my hair,

he says, when it is

unruly and wild, it is

fascinating and unpredictable

My lover loves my hair

and the way it curls

and makes strange shapes

When he sees my hair,

the wilder, the better,

my lover makes love to me

with his smile of joy

and the stars in his eyes

My lover loves me

when I am wild and unruly

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