Love hair

I got down onto the bed and started kissing you but my long hair got in the way and I felt like I kissed myself.

Long straight hair which fell onto your head was the wall between me and you and I feared if I said: I love you, I would be saying it to myself.

I tried to move myself away from you but couldn't and soon my hair was all over your body, protecting it from my love.

I really felt like I loved myself when I kissed my hair that was against you.

And it started feeling weird after a long time doing it.

poem by Maria Junnonen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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