I first thought
Hirsute.
But that was unfair
It was after all, just hair.

I saw her in a tangled
Space.
My gaze was riveted
On her shadowed face.

A razor glance
Creases.
I admired her lines
And coiffured graces.

But in the end the texture
Coarse.
The feel against my skin
Raw.
Rough.
I am too in love with skin.