Posted by trouble on March 18, 2002, at 22:46:50
I don't have time enough to celebrate your hair.
One by one I should detail your hairs and praise them.
Other lovers want to live w/particular eyes;
I only want to be your stylist.In Italy they called you Medusa,
b/c of the high bristling light of your hair.
I call you curly, my tangler;
my heart knows the doorways of your hair.When you lose your way through your own hair,
do not forget me, remember that I love you.
Don't let me wander lost-w/out your hair-throught the dark world, webbed by empty
roads w/the shadows, their roving sorrows,
till the sun rises, lighting the high tower of your hair.
PABLO NERUDA
poster:trouble
thread:20175
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