seawoman

Beauty of The Bald Head

Pantherlike, he loped past me with a wink.
The shiny dome beckoning
To my womanliness
Strikes a chord within
And a smile without.
Unbidden comes an image
Of tenderly cradling that head
Between breasts.

How is it that a black man
Bares his head so beautifully?

Isaac in the 70's
With smouldering sensuality
Casts Yule far in the shade.

Ebony, cafe au lait, cocoa, nutmeg, caramel
All gleam in a myriad of hues
Catching my eye
And my fancy.

Somehow, the symmetry must be right.
The tilt and shape of the slightly large ears,
The smooth, roundness of the pate,
The pride that hangs like an unseen mantle.

Bald headed friends patiently endure
Fingers lightly
Massaging
Tickling
Stroking
And pressing scalp
As I behold the beauty of the Bald Head.


Copyright by Sandra Sealy © 1998
*published on www.kintespace.com and www.sisterfriends.com
*2nd track of my jazzy spoken-word CD single "Beauty Of the Bald Head"

saxonshadow

Hi, Seawoman, firstly let me congratulate you with this write, I have had several 'baldie' attempts but failed lol, this one hit mant spots with me, in particular, 'The shiny dome beckoning' and
'Somehow, the symmetry must be right.
The tilt and shape of the slightly large ears,
The smooth, roundness of the pate,
The pride that hangs like an unseen mantle.

what more can I say than, a most original, brave and entertaining post, Sax