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May 7
YOUR HAIR DREAMS

Your hair
(fine as a baby’s fine)      

so soft
softly

your hair
falls asleep

before the rest
of you.

Your hair
dreams of being

stroked
caressed.

The rest of you
follows suit

& soon

all of you
is sleeping.

Your hair
dreaming of my hands.

Your body
dreaming of my hands.

Dream & Reality
merging.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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