Unaware as her hair
Brushes against my hand.
Pleasure rushes.
Then, again.
I maintain
My composure.
For a disclosure
Would embarrass both me and her.
And, after all its only her hair
That touches
My hand.
Middle-age clutches
At what can not be
For, you see
The truth
Is that age can not command
A youth
Who is unaware
Of the power of her hair
To excite delight
In a middle-aged man’s heart,
And find expression in art.
K Morris - Poet 
Brilliant piece, Kevin. Artistic expression:”the power of her hair”
Thank you, Gabriela. I wasn’t sure about this poem, so I very much appreciate your feedback on it. I am pleased you like it. Best wishes – Kevin
It’s gorgeous, Kevin.
Thank you! Virus-free. http://www.avast.com
Thank you, Kevin. That helps.
Enjoy the rest of your day.
You too, Gabriela. Enjoy the rest of your Sunday.
Thank you 😊
This is a kovely poem Jevin. I don’t think you should be unsure about it. It is sensuous and very beautiful
Thank you, Lorraine. I really appreciate your comment and I’m pleased you like my poem. Best wishes – Kevin Virus-free. http://www.avast.com