Curls (Draft 1)
Oh I wonder did you ever know
how I looked at your curls and would
have calmed you when
the rain made you worry
about the frizz, oh I
didn’t care about the rain
and if when you were soaked
you were not elegant enough
for the Ambassador’s Dinner then
I wouldn’t want
a rain pout, I just would
want a messy you
curled up with me, and
I’d reveal that I
have a glass slipper.
— Douglas Gilbert
