untamed
a man with hair
almost as wild as him.
long, blonde curls
that he’ll try to tame in a ponytail.
I love them when they’re free.
when the breeze blows them to his face,
and I tuck them behind his ear.
as if its the most natural thing in the world
for him to talk so freely to me.
and I’ll always listen
and I’ll always insist he leaves his hair free
and I’ll always love him most untamed.
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