Can a silver cord bring you back?
To your hair, your luminescent messy headed shards of gold.
It moves in a coil
Like a snake, or a Slinky.
Quakes like your curls.

The beads are perched, one next to the other.
Perfect and sagging in a bend like a timeless smile
Like yours
Each bead a tooth, each
makes me smile back at you.

And the colors
The colors, the colors.
They are your moods, your rounded flaws.
So great and right.
If I could wear you every day, If I could wear you every day.