Author Jeanne Larsen Night after night, I do notcomb my hair. Silkytangles hangacross my shoulders.I stretch my limbsaround that young man'ships. Is there anyplace on him Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments