She twisted her hair in the usual way
but instead of crisscross chopsticks
she plunged them through parallel
a path to convey eyes from the navel
of her auburn haircushion hairpillow hair
flower to the bare curve of neckshoulder
like an undiscovered mountain slope
and then reascending to three plumerias
artfully placed white with yellow centers
like eggs but if you could lean in real close
smell their nag champa incense you might
not be able to resist deepbreath nosenuzzle
napebite lobelick breastreacharound exhale.
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