Last night my kisses were banked in black hair

And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black


And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair


And her black hair framed a happy heart shaped face




And heavy hooded eyes inside her black hair


Shined at me from the depths of her hair of deepest black

While my fingers pushed into her straight black hair


Pulling her black hair back from her happy heart shaped face




To kiss her milk white throat, a dark curtain of black hair


Smothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hair


The smell of it is heavy, it is charged with life

On my fingers the smell of her deep black hair





Full of all my whispered words, her black hair

And wet with tears and goodbyes, her hair of deepest black


All my tears cried against her milk white throat


Hidden behind the curtain of her beautiful, beautiful black hair




As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea


The smell of her black hair upon my pillow

Where her head and all its black hair did rest





Today she took a train to the west

Today she took a train to the west


Today she took a train to the west


Today she took a train to the west