"Hey, how is my new satin scrunchy?"
You tilted your head a little forward
Eyebrows danced pointing upward
"I made it myself".
My eyes dragged my heart along and climbed up your waterfall hair
Reached the peak of your high pony
Where your little satin crown laid
Tangled in the shimmering curls and frills
My heart is now tied up in that soft cushy leash
Take it home as a prisoner locked up in your locks
And put it in your box of bands and clips
Let it beat there for eternity
Dipped in that tiny trinkets ocean full of goodness
Basking in the fragrance of your waterfall hair.
