Long thick red.
Straight bright gold.
Smooth shiny black.
My pulse beats envy as I hide my inadequacy
Binding it in an elastic prison
Straining it back tight tight into a slick unobtrusive ball.
Cover it with a patterned scarf
And imagine copper and silk underneath.
But when you say you can't stop thinking
Dark coiled creeping vine tendril corkscrew springs
I love them.