The blonde strands of my hair
that dropped from
the golden pool of my head
stand out against your black sheets.
 I thought they looked so gentle-
  they might as well have been
butterfly wings.
  Every night caressing your skin
  and every morning shimmering,
  lit by the dusty rays of early sunlight.
  It's reassuring to know
  you fall asleep with a piece of me,
like they were ropes that could save you
  from any bad dream.
  And maybe you would find one
   when you were still heavy with sleep,
     be eased by the thoughts
of our lingering memories.