I look at her pale white back and trail her spine with my eyes
where it’s hides under her long black hair
that falls to her waist and small of her back
when she leans back to kiss me
I smell flowers, roses and the smell of her hair
that feels like silk when I let my fingers run through it
back and forth they weave
putting every piece of hair in it’s place
attaching it tightly to the back of her neck