Sunday 27 November 2011

Hairspray

I've been getting high off fumes from your hairspray
when your head rests upon my collarbone.
I can feel my sleep skull start to sway
whilst my thoughts turn to when we're all alone.

I've tried washing your hair before we sleep
and every strand still stands in perfect place,
so if it's not products making the form keep
then why does my heart continue to race?

I blame my giddy head on the gases
because I am scared about how I feel
but when the lingering scent passes
I'm left holding on to something very real.

I've become lost in a firm holding mist
and the crown of your head just screams to be kissed.

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