In The Thick Of Hair

She placed me on top of her head as if I were some type of hat. Sticking my head out ever so often, I Rested comfortably in the wool combs of her hair. Never before have I been able to breathe so freely. My feet massaging her scalp. In my honest opinion, I explored a sensitivity I knew nothing about. Laying in a field of hair. Dark brown roots,wrapping my finger around natural brown curls. I wanted to know why she never shared this with anyone else. Hearing my echo come back to me in complete silence. Something seen out right, a wool ornament seen in the fall. Hanging across the greatest joy shared between us two. Finding home in the follicles of her hair