moving his fingers

through my wet hair

softly pulling the locks
he dishevels the "look"
says you look better this way


we fell in love
when you were in disarray
the mess bothers me not 
it is your soul i want radiant


intoxicated in love

as i trip over him

giving out his hand
saying i want you steady


trip and mess around
just be yourself
because you look better to me this way