A Curly Kind Of Love Poem by Catman Cohen

Hours
Spent
Straightening her
Tangled blonde hair

Thousands
Spent
Taming her
Wild
Golden locks

Ages
Spent
In front of a
Dishonest
Mirror

That lied
And lied again
About her
Beauty
Within

Don't you know
Those curls are a treasure
My curly friend?

When I play with them at
Night

Again
And
Again

Wrapped round my fingers
Feeling your original curly sin

Don't you know
Those curls are a pleasure
My curly friend?

As they tickle my
Soul
In their
Serpentine
Intent

I want to mess your
Proper blonde
Into a wild naked disarray
Curls and more
Curls
A field of windswept
Growth

I want to bury my nostrils
Into the heady bare
Perfume
Of your silent
Curly
Oath

And
I
Won't
Let
You

No,
I
Won't
Let
You

Defile those curls

Again