When a woman curls some locks of hair
With her impatient fingers

Or when she is curling
The tongue mass from the center,

Or for that matter
When she is curling a pout with her lips

You know she is uncurling the knots in her heart
To give you her body in so many different ways.

When all she wants from you
Is the helical curls of your DNA and hers,
And the bodies that preserve them
To kink matter through medium.

To make a curling flame in the middle
Decorating one curlicue of flesh
Of man-to-woman.

Hyphened in ampersand.



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