Spreads its tresses,
as I fumble with opacity
I want to see those tresses,
tresses of the evening which
I am told is like the raven’s hair,
wild it spreads into oceans of breathtaking
delight, I want to fondle those tresses
to be reminded of you, your catwalk,
your bird’s nest eyes, those tresses,
they linger on my mind
all that I find is the broken hourglass,
dilapidated crumbling, as I know this vacuity
my shattered visage in those tresses.