Black Lock, what beautiful hair!
Curling down from the side of her head.
Smooth and curved -  shining oil on a string.
Cutting towards her piercing eye,
Burnt wire on dark skin.

Screaming silently like a sonnet from Hamlet
Burning darkness like a shadow of thunder
Blinding visions like a thirsty mirage
Towering depths like a canyon vertical.

Her hair streams down like Kama's rope,
Binding my thoughts down like the Pharaoh's chains.
Holding my glance with the gaze of the Medusa,
Turning me to stone with a strand of her hair.

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