Twisting

Twisting her hair
around her finger
strands falling
upon the beach where I lay
thunderous, the sky grew
darker and threatening
lightning flashed and streaked
her hair, in torrents of colors
while I was taken aback
encased in her moody whims
of yet another hair style
gone bad…..

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