My hair is a shield
A blanket and a pillow,
A lions mane and a wild head dress.
It is a glory and a burden,
A crown and a yoke.
It smells of campfire smoke,
and summer sweat,
Neroli and frankincense and cinnamon.
It smells of memories and wishes,
But all I can think of is the tilt of your neck
As you bury your face in my hair.
c. May 30 2012
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