Black Hair
Last night my kisses were banked in black hairAnd in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight blackAnd all her mystery dwelled within her black hairAnd her black hair framed a happy heart-shaped face
And heavy-hooded eyes inside her black hairShined at me frome the depths of her hair of deepest blackWhile my fingers pushed into her straight black hairPulling her black hair back from her happy heart-shaped face
To kiss her milk-white throat, a dark curtain of black hairSmothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hairThe smell of it is heavy. It is charged with lifeOn my fingers the smell of her deep black hair
Full of all my whispered words, her black hairAnd wet with tears and good-byes, her hair of deepest blackAll my tears cried against her milk-white throatHidden behind the curtain of her beautiful black hair
As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest seaThe smell of her black hair upon my pillowWhere her head and all its black hair did restToday she took a train to the WestToday she took a train to the WestToday she took a train to the West