Braid my hair at dawn.
Let the light in like a cat
to brush against you.
Let God guide your hands, steady
as a rock in the high tide.
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eating the moon
Poetrycatalog of small tortures highest ranking: #2 in poemcollection © z. t. corley, 2023
BRAID MY HAIR AT DAWN
Braid my hair at dawn.
Let the light in like a cat
to brush against you.
Let God guide your hands, steady
as a rock in the high tide.
