Laundry Day
Took a left turn instead of a right;
astray,
off the unbeaten path
I found myself on the one most traveled.
My carnal appetite gorges itself on you
leaving just scraps for the rest of me.
Laundry piles circle my bed
telltale morning sunshine
drips with
residue from shameless nights.
My blues and your whites
Layer up
To make sandwiches of your desire
And my love’s leftovers.
And I wait to wash you underwear,
So I can own your scent-
But I realize nothing lasts…
And I can’t even keep your smell
As it slowly lifts off your clothes
drifting out the window to follow you
And be with you again
Leaving behind just a pile of dirty clothes
To be separated.
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