Her Hair Poem by John Hawkes

HER HAIR by John Hawkes

Her hair is like a flame, that burns in broad daylight,
At night under the silver moon, I swear it gives off light.

So long and wild and red, so beautiful to behold,
add to that the cutest face, that god did ever mould.

The fire of its redness burns hot against my cheeks,
Its smell it never leaves me, it stays for years, not weeks.

I've never seen any like it, in all my living days,
A head of hair so sexy, in its wild and careless way.