I could never forget
that hair..long and
flowing, like black
silk against a moonit
night
She would notice me
watching her as she
boarded the train each
morning
With a tinge of embarrassment
I would quickly turn my head
Yet there was that smile as she
would toss that hair over her
shoulder and I would gaze
even more deeply as I watched
it lay like soft velvet on the
contours of her graceful neck
Was the wind some mysterious
mistress visiting my senses when
it engulfed that lusty silk on this
gusty March morning?
My daydreams became my
nightdreams and a full moon
would illumine our entwined
bodies with her blanket of
hair dragging across my chest
teasing me like angelic
feathers
One night I was awakened by
a soft knock on my door
I made my way downstairs
by flickering candlelight
I opened the door slowly
and there was that shimmering
hair..and that smile**