how i wish my fingers were the bristles
or my breath were the wind when it whistles
thru your hair, thru your hair
i wish you'd hold me in your hands
and let me skate thru all the strands
of your hair, of your hair
i could style it anyway you like it
i could brush it straight or even spike it
au contraire! au contraire!
or i would wait patiently in my box
until next i would comb the locks
of your hair, of your hair
i would braid it tight, tousle, and tease!
or pull it back in a ponytail, if you please;
if you dare, if you dare
how often is it a man confesses
that he wish to run barefoot thru the tresses
of your hair, of your hair?
you may think me a little touch'd
but can i tell you just how much
i hate your hairbrush?
this obsession may be zealous
but can i tell you just how jealous
i am of your hairbrush? !
Very nice lyrical piece, Jake. Check out Li-Young Lee's 'Braiding.' It comes at it from a different angle, but you might like it.
Very original, a wonderful rhythm and flow and altogether a very beautiful, sensual poem. Chrissie
i wrote an ode to a toothbrush once....this touched on a sensual aspect, well done.
I love the movement of this piece, the rhythm and the fluidity. The repetition is perfect for this (like an echo) . It definitely makes the poem. The last two verses are my favorite, due to outstanding rhythm. Overall, it reminds me of Romeo and Juliet: 'O, that I were a glove upon her hand that I might touch that cheek! ' which, in my opinion, isn't really a bad thing. So, I can honestly say, this is the first hairbrush poem I've come across that I truly enjoy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the dancing music of your cornrows...bought your first soft babybrush yet, Jake? Very romantic.