She strokes her hair then

brushes it back.

Lifts it up, then lets it fall.

Slowly, she pulls it to

a pre bun form,

then lets it slither threw

her finger tips.

Finally, her hands drop.

Such a fidgiting manerism.

What inspires it?

i’d like to imagine

that she spends hours on it.

Cleaning and conditioning

within that early morning

routine.

Though it could be more

transcendental.

She might just enjoy the

soft, smooth touch that god

weaved upon her.

I do believe she is not

aware of what she does.

Or what she does to me.

It is as involuntary

as the faintest heart beat.

Regardless, it is beautiful,

simply because, she looks happy.