NAPOWRIMO Day 2: Voices In Our Heads

Him:
I climb atop your graceful curves
My ebony dreads tease your skin
Like a swinging bridge
Carrying dreams to fruition

Her:
I reach down and kiss your mouth
My blonde tresses brush your face
Like an automatic car wash
Cleansing every dirty trace

Their hair:
You are a tangled mess
Golden waves everywhere
I have a brush I don’t use
Would you like to share?

~Just L (April 2, 2018)

Author’s Note: NaPoWriMo Prompt – “Write a poem that plays with voice.”