My hair never sleeps.
She keeps growing and absorbing life,
even while I rest.
Since before I entered the world
she has been decorating my head
and going on every journey with me
"I'm bored" twirls,
"I'm busy" topknots,
"I'm dripping sweat" ponytails,
"this has to be perfect" updos.
Suddenly, you push every one of those experiences and emotions
living in my hair
gently away from my face
and all I can feel are your lips -
soft as the chocolate brown strands weaved through your fingers.
In that moment,
I'm free of all of those days
and it's only
us.
