it was achingly beautiful
when you cut off all your hair,
letting curl upon ebony curl
drift to rest at your feet
the sun never shone
brighter atop your head
i still dream of the angles
of cheeks and knuckles
all blurring together
a cave exists under my sheets
sometimes i can see the hollowness
in a voice
echoing and echoing and echoing
till morning
but by then
such loveliness
had disappeared