THE HAIRDRESSERS (sonnet)
Hairdressers, are they settings where one meets
a dating drama, some erotica?
Her fingers ran around my head, the wash
so delicated, yet strong, particular
in showers and baths untidy splash, so what
while here there's tight control, exquisitely
each part caressed, I close my eyes, indulge
sensations move, glow round and round my head
so should she stop, there's more, conditioning
she's learnt before my curves, so swifter now
the rinse so water runs again, all hot
I'm towelled, then 'come with me', the cutting time
'so what this time? the normal?', 'Yes, spot on'
I close my eyes again, the layered run
no magazine, no talk of holidays
I'm done, I'm washed again, dried, paid and gone.