Last evening br sharp-snipping scissors cut my hair br br and white cream squeezed from a nozzled br tube in a box turned br my locks br black br br and tonight I have strange thoughts br about love br like ash br stirred in a bronze dish with br the stub of my pen br br br when I wore br a patterned silk kimono br smelling of br patchouli oil br and moved inside the slight br ghost of my long-haired youth br br after the lover’s cigarette br I slept br on newly-warmed br white wedding-bed-sheets br then you were green too weighty in- br between my tender thighs br br br tonight br it must be the waxing br moon br the red lip-stick’s br smiling reflection and my br br black cut glossy hair br I have strange thoughts that are br soft shadows flickering br behind the grey eyes br gazing from the nakedness I wear.