Curlycue

Twisting round and round and round
My head spins and writhes and bends.
Red and gleaming curls
Descend en mass from your skull-
Hypnotic coils that catch my eyes.
When I’m not around you I remind myself
That I gotta be smarter this time
But when you’re there
All that goes down the tubes...
I fall through the spiral
The helix...
Forgetting everything else
When you hold my hand
Or my fingers wind themselves
Find themselves
In your hair.
The rest of the world sees in you
Something that isn’t true.
But you don’t see
That it’s true in me
That I’m so trapped in you
Curlycue.
~6/8/01