He Lusted After My Hair

I remember the first time he came up behind me
and wrapped my long hair three times around his fist

I remember the pleasure and the pain when he kissed my neck
and whispered in my ear that I was his and only his for as long as he wanted me

I remember my heart racing in my chest, I remember the smell of whisky on his breath
and then he was gone and suddenly I was alone again on the street corner

I remember we never spoke again after that, I remember how it broke my heart
and  I am left never wanting long hair again, since then it has been kept short