The black hair you
wear
is unnaturally beautiful,
but the face that it frames
is all natural,
like the ease at which
I speak of dead friends
when in your company.
I slipped into sleep
in a matter of seconds
just one bed length away,
to me it was precious
because I dreamt for the first time
in a month,
my acid fried brain stumbling
over images and *****
grasping for straws
till I reached the last one,
it's unnatural black hair
up in a bun
leaving that naturally
charmed look
to gather my loose ends
all
back
up.