caught up in your hair

 it was your hair that won me over --
 that thick knotted braid
 swinging at your waist
 or the loose, waving curls
 set free to hug the curves
 at the small of your back

 I sometimes dreamed about your hair,
 how it would drape across
 your shoulders and
 form a modest curtain
 around your soft breasts
 sheilding them from the
 moonlight and my eyes

 perhaps I am deceived
 with these poetic memories --
 your shade of blonde
 just brings to mind
 a sunlit roll in the hay