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

About my

Dark coiled creeping vine tendril corkscrew springs

I love them.