She sat close enough for breath to matter,
close enough that the air between us
felt like part of the braid.
Her hair was a dark field,
jet black and shining,
straight as poured ink,
thick with the weight …
She sat close enough for breath to matter,
close enough that the air between us
felt like part of the braid.
Her hair was a dark field,
jet black and shining,
straight as poured ink,
thick with the weight …
