"Wind Washed" by Brenda E. Suhan
Wind washed
brunette locks
catch a wandering eye,
provoke profanity
and leers
that linger
long enough
to keep her on her toes,
to hunch back
and bow head
as if
He held
all power
of God.
Wind washed
brunette locks
tangle in grips
faceless but familiar,
grasp of
forgotten fathers
lost lovers
lonely onlookers
looking for
man hood
manifest
in flesh
drags her back
on worn heels.
Wind washed
brunette locks
weigh her down,
make her sway
but never fall
for fables
and fairytales
too many have grown
accustomed to,
walking with
the wind
minds preoccupied,
or simply
brain washed.
Wind washed
brunette locks
catch a wandering eye,
provoke profanity
and leers
that linger
long enough
to keep her on her toes,
to hunch back
and bow head
as if
He held
all power
of God.
Wind washed
brunette locks
tangle in grips
faceless but familiar,
grasp of
forgotten fathers
lost lovers
lonely onlookers
looking for
man hood
manifest
in flesh
drags her back
on worn heels.
Wind washed
brunette locks
weigh her down,
make her sway
but never fall
for fables
and fairytales
too many have grown
accustomed to,
walking with
the wind
minds preoccupied,
or simply
brain washed.