I do not know
what is more beautiful
than your tangled black hair
on a white pillow.
I have thought about it all afternoon
and decided not even butterflies or children
or the blossoms in the hills above the beach
can compete.

If I had money
I would not buy a comb or a red ribbon
to decorate it.

Instead I might charter worlds
so you could walk in them
and everyone could see your hair.