the tangling of locks and limbs

Side by side they lay
hip bumps touching
like two grazing cows.

Chewing in their slumber
on the cud of their dreams --

Lip-lock,
arms passion,
entwining limbs
like tangled hair.

Brush. Brush. Brush.

With a crackle and a whhooosh!
my hair streams into your hands,
my head melting, forming to the tug.

Locks wrapped 'round your wrist --
blonde on smooth, tanned skin.



- kep