roxanne's hair

i’m the love note scraps dissolving in your dryer vent 
i’m the unhealable wound on which most of your time’s spent 
i’m the aperture engraving sunlight in your dimples 
i’m the ballooning heart begging yours to keep it simple 

tell me how you feel, it’s safe, i swear 
tell me like the dandelion seeds in Roxanne’s hair 
tell me like your favorite ballad, chanting when the moon is untamed 
tell me what happens inside you when you feel my name 

i’m the passion charring your ribs and keeping you wild 
i’m the oath you’ll take for your firstborn child 
i’m those souvenirs from the homes that loved you back 
i’m the anointing in your bones keeping your life on track 

run on me like the grammar of a middle school diary 
run on me like the flaming lips of a blood cell’s priority 
run on me like what aluminum wings need to carry you home 
run on me like Balto on the frozen seas of Nome