When you are in front
And your behind faces me,
I catch a glimpse
But I swear
All I do is remember
How short it was… when we first met.
It was neater then,
I could see your last re-twist.
I look now
And I can point out the history,
Your memories in the thick strands.
But I do not stare.
I just glance because
Then you look at me in the eyes.
I look deeper.
I decide if I want you in or not
Past the gates.
I choose you for more than your hair.
Signal Hill, CA.