A mane worn so well

Simulation of a swell

Delicate imprints

Caressed to dwell

Amongst an unmanaged cell

In captivity

essence to procreate

Stimulate

Tantalize senses

Who what where when was is

Awaken my soul

There are pieces of me

Delicately floating

And in some time,

Perhaps I’d like to see them whole

Or not

More or less

I love to dissect and undress

Many means to an end

Through brushing thorough strands

I realize not always

an irregularity to mend

KAM 3.5.23