Locked up
Loud tangled blonde
Waving onto your chest.
Loose
Tossled tassels,
Whisps on nape of neck.
You smooth my strands
And tuck me in
But I want to be your wild
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especially love the movement in “tangled,” “Waving,” and “Tossled” and the suggestiveness of “Waving onto your chest” that lead up to the last line
Let her loose, I say. There is fire here, insatiable, unstoppable. Nice writing, LittleBird.