H is for... hair. Yes, good.
I put more effort into this one because I'm procrastinating on something else. I hope it doesn't sound pretentious or something. ^^;;
H
Translucent white like the driven snow,
pure as your heart and your intentions,
each strand soft and light-suffused,
like the feathered head of a dandelion seed
upon which a more hopeful man would make a wish:
he loves me, he loves me not.
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Inky blue-black like bruises under tired eyes,
impenetrable like your manifold designs,
worn high and proud,
fluttering like a banner in the breeze,
as if you would declare your darkness.
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Black knots tied over slim, pale fingers
White wisps reflected in guarded, dark eyes
A yin-yang tangle on a silvery moonlit pillow