Treasure Island

Dilantha Gunawardana


Hair


Silk of the heavens
Of what is weaved by the spindle of god
What sensitizes fingers
To the softest feel
Of nature’s apical thread

What saturates the tips of digits
Even sediments on pillows
Caressing each other in kinship
A bundle of pitch black strands
Bowing to the kiss of gravity

Interlocked and threadlike
Combed in to perfection
Raw beauty that transcends
To the creativity of man

Gossamer yet defying the forces of nature
Dancing in the tender mistral
Like a wide-eyed ballerina

Strands of hair
Emblem of a woman
Her fortitude and vivacity
Shimmering under the sun
Glistening as one.....

Submitted: Saturday, April 05, 2014
Edited: Monday, April 07, 2014

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