I took picture of your name (1/4)

I took a picture of your name
and placed it with the gathered information your hair,

The beauty of your hair bewilders me

Pouring adown the brow, its cloven tide 

Swirling about the ears on either side 

And storming around the neck tumultuously  

or like a spent storm cloud’s golden lining,

Or like the lights of old antiquity 

Through mullioned windows, in temple wide 

Spilled moltenly over figures deified 

In chastest marble, 

nude of drapery. 

And so I love it. 

Either unconfined,

Or plaited in close braidings manifold,

Or smoothly drawn,

or indolently twined 

In careless knots whose coilings come unrolled 

At any lightest kiss by the wind 

Whipped out in flossy ravellings of gold

It’s a beautiful form of self-expression.