While browsing the (an online anthology) I came across the contemporary poet, Robert Crawford. I particularly enjoyed his poem “French Braids”.

In “French Braids” the poet describes playing with his lover’s hair (should he or should he not undo her hair). Eventually he succumbs to temptation and her hair is released, “A gentle pull brings argument to closure.
Surprised, my hands attempt to catch your hair:
It falls the way the rain lets go the air.”

The poem is beautiful and full of suppressed eroticism, “the beauty and the boundaries of desire”.

For “French Braids” please visit


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