O Hair!

Wet hair dripped every inch of her

parts of her sensuality & part sober
rested on shoulders of familiarity
caressing her skin as if not guilty.

Their guilt was to flow free from bounds
when dry they shook men from firm grounds
kissing the wind like lovers do
entangled as one like a duo.

Fragile fingers still held them 
time to time brushing hems
sealed in was a story
minus a hint of fury.

Braid & all is a mystery
color & its a new glory
clip & they would bounce
shorten & there was a dance.

Every year it was a new song
hairdos could go wrong
but who was to care
hair gave in to the dare.

Nestled in the roots of wisdom
they waited their fate of doom
shining in oily clothes
grey strands sailed minus aches.

(her - women in general)