The small band that encircles
And forms your mane into a tail,
Tightly reigns you in and
Holds the girth of your soul.
But taken out and shaken down,
Your softness flows free;
Rolls down your neck,
Rides over your shoulders,
Runs rings around me.
So come tonight without the noose,
Let your hair caress your nape,
Set your senses running wild;
Bolt the door when we awake.
