Jasmine's Hair

I wrote this today after seeing Jasmine at her stall in the La Cienega Farmers Market!

Jasmine’s Hair

Her hair is wild
Like a child
Who’s never combed her tresses,
Yet when she smiles
Her eyes fly miles
And every guy confesses

It’s love, it’s lust,
It’s doubt, it’s trust,
She loves me too, she wouldn’t,
I’m big, I’m small
Not seen at all
And if she could she shouldn’t;

Just leave and dream
And let off steam
By running from obsession,
My feet have flown,
She’ll be alone
And nobody’s possession.

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