Hair

Hair was just that until I met you
But now a trail of sky-tears,
Because we're through.
You were a juggler for the Tsar and the jealous
Firmament missing a star took you.
And how I miss you too!
Our bed a white rook.
And black is black and accrues.

by Michael Speakman

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