Keith Valentine

There Is A Hair In The Bed - Poem by Keith Valentine

there is a hair in the bed
snagged in the sheet fibres
by the coil of its once braided curl
as long as the length
from finger tip to tip
as short as a sharp breath

there is a hair
between me
as dark as a polish winter
and you the colour
of dry summer skies

there is a hair in the bed
with a follicle bulb like a teardrop
and a sprout like a clipping
of conductive copper wire

the best part of six inches
of resistance
to my fat fingers
at the obvious question

why is there a hair
in the bed?

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, March 11, 2011

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