by Lorraine M. Tong
letting my hair down
a banana unreels it
self exposes
the raw inner
meet the sensitivity
headskin
cascading hair
down slippery
shoulder mountains
shreds of veins
long entangled
with the direction
of down the shapeless
vertical form
that cannot stand
but to lie there
the curves become
evident
soft pregnant sweetness
lips’lust
devours the entire sex-
less shape extreme