ODE TO MY HUSBAND’S BACK HAIR
How it births just above his derrière, a dank profusion
of blackness, fuller as it reaches his waist,
climbs up either side of his spine like kudzu.
Lust, a determined furrow of dark confusion,
the spring and flatten of his pelt embraced;
the grip and tug of my exploring fingers.
How he lowers his sweet face down to me,
nuzzles my neck, his nose in my hair,
bare-back, silken, thick.
A dense forest tangles the slope of his shoulders,
grapples his neck. I starry night him in the shower,
soap his back, whorl his eager flesh,
Don McLean’s Vincent*,
sung straight-faced, an homage.
*(O Starry, Starry Night)
ODE TO MY HUSBAND’S BACK HAIR by Alexis Rhone Fancher
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