Hair - Poem by Rebecca Stansfield
Orange flowers, green the leaves,
Her nighty laying on the floor,
The panting almost invisible,
Condensing on the window cill.
All eye looking,
Palm to palm in summer air-
Hair, Hair everywhere.
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