I entrusted myself to you
and you cut me like it was nothing.
My head was the center of all kinds
of activity—the spritz of water,
the snip of scissors, the buzz of buzzers.
You pressed your manly girth against me
I fought the urge to pull away
You were too close, I was too lonely.
For some moments your touch
was an inch from familiar
though still a furlong from intimate
but I could still feel that you meant
something to me, if only for a little while.
My locks have fallen, leaving me open-hearted.
