H-AiR

Your hair is all the hedonic young years lightness and purity 
Your hair is the wind’s embrace temple built to scare insanity
Your hair is the holy ground where the starlight photons brush with frivolity
Your hair is proudhon’s anarchy manifesto explained to the dummies

Would you let my fingers take shelter in your hair-made hamac
Would you let me crunch your waving hair with my fragile teeth
Would you let me perform a surrealistic dance in the meadows of your hair
Would you let my whispered midnight delirium blow upon your hair
Would you let me clumsily kiss you while your hair washes up my forehead!

I wish I could be your hair for a day
I wish I could be your hair in a dive
I wish I could be your hair on a cliff
I wish I could be your hair in in the eyes of your secret lovers...

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