Your Hair In Summer Poem by Richard Muirhead
Your Hair In Summer
Your hair is flowing, floating, dancing through the sultry air,
caressing the breeze and leaves that swirl, but not so majestically as
those soft, silky, sensual locks of yours: gold, black or brown.
Nothing can compare to your crowning glory that I rejoice in, through verse.Or song? Would you like me to seranade you as a minstrel?
I long for my fingers to entwine in your long, enticing mane.
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5/3/2024 4:59:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
this reminds me of andrew marvel's elizabethan methaphysical poems which i love, very Orlado