Tighter

4/18/11

Black hair, dripping like ink

as it winds around your finger,

twirling tighter into a curl,

a flash of pink polish as its keeper spins around.

Tension mounting then release,

just to stat it up again with a new piece, on and on for hours.

A mesmerizing display of unconscious habit that I'm all too aware of,

feel my knees weaken at the thought of replacing your hand with mine.

Energy poured into acting comfortable,

when inside this wheel is upside down

and off its axle,

trying to handle the way you spin me right 'round.

Like that strand you twirl now.

Tighter and tighter.

Again and again.

Wrapped by your eyes,

again

tighter

tighter

again.