Gold

About the beautiful scent of someone's hair.

Your gold hair waves sloppily in the

East wind’s breeze.

The midday sun has helped us lose track of

 

Our minutes. Why is it you rest like a

Damp flag

Lost in a calm wind?

 

I make love in your scalp and find

Love in her hair

As you wait patiently

 

For the foamy clouds

To open

And share with you a drink.

 

A thirsty man might find a field of

Barley. I find I am lost

In a field of gold.