LONG HAIR (monologue)
By Gabriel Magno
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Written by Gabriel Magno January 9, 2002
Doctor, do you know what I miss seeing in today’s women when I watch TV? Long hair. I mean long hair, down to the waistline. You don’t see many women with hair like that anymore, well, except maybe in shampoo commercials. I can just imagine how many men have never been with a long haired woman, and probably never will be. I guess I’m very fortunate to have been with a few in my lifetime.
I remember one lover in particular. We were walking barefooted on a beach in Monterey California, sipping from a bottle of champagne, the water caressing our toes. The sky was filled with a fiery, orange sunset, the kind you only see in California. As we separated from a long sensual kiss, the wind suddenly came to life and exploded her long hair straight up into the sky, and then back down again, caressing, whipping and engulfing both of us. It made us laugh like two little kids, our mouths full of hair.
When we returned to the hotel room, I remember seeing the shadows on the wall of two lovers wrestling as one. The odor of perspiration intermingling with perfume, confused the senses. The sounds of ecstasy and agony nearly indistinguishable. Then suddenly, like the ending of a storm, a dead calm overtook us, and with the exception of our breathing, which had not yet subsided, a pristine silence descended into the room.
Without a word, she rose to her knees above me and with her head swaying, began caressing my naked body with her long, shiny black hair, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, and when she stopped above me, her hair completely encircled me from the top of my head to the pit of my stomach. I looked up to find her staring straight into my eyes, trying to pierce my very soul, and in that instant, I felt as though I was surrounded by a curtain of love. Oh how I long for that feeling again.
But now doctor, twenty-two years later, all that’s left for me is a quiet room here in this institute for the criminally insane. I know they will never release me. I know I’ll never feel the sand beneath my feet or see the ocean, or feel the softness of a woman’s long hair again. But what saddens me most of all doctor, is that while I remember all of this as if it were yesterday, the cruelty of time has most likely erased all these memories, from her mind, forever.