Friday, September 21, 2012

Loc/smith

A
sudsy, savory array
of moving feelers
my locs
caressed, loved by the water...
the bubbles

Tangerine, ginger, patchouli
burn the air
above my hair,
as it's massaged into an
aromatic hint of "what's to come."

rinsed probes reach
for the Musk Oil,

warm
mysterious
direct
sensual...

thirsty, perfumed antennae
drink
and are cleared;
receptive to wise obedience...

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