and i think of her hair as i walk with two feet of her long black hair as black and heavy as the night in my face and that smell that dark and forbidden smell of her hair nothing small about that smell but it was dark though the light turned down low and she laughed and said what are you doing burying yourself in my hair are you eating my hair and i said no not really but i would like to she said youre crazy or said nothing at all i dont remember and tousled mine and i drank hers fill after fill and she filled me with night and many many nights and thoughts of baudelaire and persia .