My Hands Inwoven In Your Hair

My hand was once inwoven in your hair –
I feel it still.
My thoughts rely thereon when through the air
I sense – oh, thrill! –
a smell like your perfume – I couldn’t bear
to carry on
without my hands – my thoughts – inwoven in your hair
whenever someone
reminds me of you – and I remember the truth –
the truth of these sensations that I’ll never
get to feel again;
my hands inwoven in your hair –
as memory they must remain

Published By: K-M Skalkenæs

K-M Skalkenæs is a Danish poet, writer and pictorial artist who primarily writes in English. Apart from publishing her own poetry, she also translated poetry from as well the Scandinavian languages as German into English.

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