Buffalo Hair

One time I fell asleep in a man, who had this hair.

Hair like you've never seen.

It makes you think of a buffalo's dream.

Perhaps really I fell awake.

Sometimes I wish I could have stayed there …

His eyes were dark and hungry.

Seems like he needed something …

His every word seemed so wise and wonderful.

His presence was a smoldering hotness,

Leaving you to question the season.

I tried to drink him into me,

As if a man could be memorized

Or inhaled …

But he slipped easily through my small fingers,

Like the dry sands of the desert.

The Web Projects of Sondra Ball and Mario Cavallini