TRESSES:

Long luxuriant locks, loopy-curls, plaits & long braided strands,

Around faces, down backs, running through eager waiting hands,

Cascading like waterfalls, between fingers, silken, & softly exotic,

Spread gently, splayed upon loves pillows, kissed, sweatily erotic.

Resting on nape of vulnerable neck, deftly coiled, sweetly swirled,

Tucked into scarf & hat, behind veil hidden, patted, gently furled,

Draped over rounded shoulder, caressing pearled & milky breasts,

Memory´s locks, saved in gold lockets, upon heart´s beating chest.

Curled tenderly behind pink ear & gently by the sun, hotly kissed,

In early dawned ice-kissed outings, tickled by grey & dewy mists,

Dyed, razor-chopped & elfin-cropped, or spiky, rolled & crimped,

Loosely flowing, gathered in snoods, combed, brushed & primped.

Colours of spring, blonde highlights, glimmers of the dancing sun,

Colours of summer, daring, hot-paprika & streaks of festival fun,

Colours of autumn, like leaves turning, black, red & gold-wheaten,

Colours of winter, iced & frosty-turning, pewter now coldly-beaten.

In the mirror, now I see the streaking flashes of glinting moonlight,

From my furrowed ancient brow, to where the snow starts to bite,

Now I see silver wisdom, bestowed upon my old & very tired head,

The colourless shade of ancient tresses, upon the pillow of the dead.