removing my ass hair

I'm in 

The bathroom

Trying to 

Remove the hair

that clings

like little fingers

I simply 

release their grasp

Which I wish

I could do with other things

like the past

stuck 

to me.

My hair is dense

Now; soft, too

My ass is a tight fist;

I let no man in.

I'm scared

Of regret

And being stuck with

something 

I can't take back.

In contrast,

I'm trying to remove

The hair

to make room

for someone

And that someone 

I may share my 

Secrets with

So I don't 

Have to bear them alone

And I become 

More comfortable with myself; I

find comfort 

In them, too

I have let a secret grow like weeds

Creating a barrier

Between me and another

I see vines

from an arbor

I pass through

and step into 

the garden