One day I tell her <br />I love her hair <br /> <br />up. <br /> <br />Another day I tell her <br />I like her hair <br /> <br />down. <br /> <br />“Which is it? ” <br />She frowns <br /> <br />“Up <br />or <br />down! ” <br /> <br />“Ah...” <br />I say <br /> <br />“Either <br />or neither! ” <br /> <br />“I love your hair <br />up <br />in that it can <br />come down <br /> <br />splash all over me.” <br /> <br />“And I love your hair down <br />in that it can be <br />put up <br />in a cathedral of curls! ” <br /> <br />“I love the one <br />becoming the other <br /> <br />…the process of <br />becoming! ” <br /> <br />You leave the room <br />only to return <br /> <br />with one side up <br />& one side down. <br /> <br />I laugh. <br /> <br />“Not quite what <br />I had intended. <br /> <br />You throw yourself <br />into my lap <br /> <br />let your hair <br />waterfall <br />all over me <br /> <br />& I <br />drown... drown<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ying-yang-of-her-hair/
