loving this man with more face then hair
the one who no longer sports a comb over
I start kissing his face at chin and can keep
kissing until I reach the back of his head
where for then is the down side in loving
this man with more face then hair

If it is hair i desire, he a has full body of it
like a pelt it keeps me warm in winter
soft to snuggle against, sweet as down
it holds his scent when he  splashes his cologne

but nature has not be cruel by any stretch
for when she took the hair off his head
she replaced it in his ears,  and nose
now my whispered words to him
he hears soft and muffled, sweet on the drum
and the scent of me gets caught in his nose hair
and I linger with him long after I am gone