heart on sleeve skin deep abrasions are fatal

i've hung parts of me on the line,

barefooted through unmanicured yard

hoping i'll dry

 

birdy singing covers as i fold covers

and a pile of laundry too masculine

no complexity of lingerie

or fraility of spagetti straps

dessert coloured skirts

i can still imagine

sherbert, sorbe

spilling over your skin

 

flat sheet reminds me of salmon flower folded in your hair

i'm folding

less estactic than that flower's stem

tucked behind ear

i'm folding

in

quarters

notes and geometry

in quartets

with no partner to waltz

 

i'm folding in

but not     to

a forgotten lover.

 

no. as an arrow

flung from thighbow strings

the wind has changed original aim

and will whisper my fire to spread

transform into more than a candles flame.

 

 

Reviews

[K. Louis]

oh! the words the laundry brings!

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~ your heartsongs seem to be getting better and better... this one's so sweet and so cool... i can imagine a brilliant poet doing his laundry and inhaling and exhaling poetry... waiting for a partner... yearning for a partner... ~ ravishing work, ravishing verse... oh, and the wind is an amazing friend... :)

[Steeven]

thank you serah, but it's just me folding laundry... :)
after heart songs it always feel natural to write my less coherent pieces. so don't get comfortable.

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~ well... is this the last time you'll be folding laundry ? ... i think not... so, i'm sure more heartsongs are waiting to be written... :) ~ oh, and i know nothing about less (or more) coherence... ~ my area of expertise is abject confusion combined with extreme foolishness... :P

[Steeven]

well put about your expertise...
but i'm sorry to inform you that i took a dirty laundry vow this morning.

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~ haha... ~ thank you... one must be able to describe one's area of expertise expertly... :P ~ but oh, no... you'll have to spend so much more money on buying deo... :P ~ i think you should break the vow, write exquisite heartsongs, and the money you save by not buying that extra deo (that you would need if your clothes are smelly) can be invested in buying flowers for the one you write heartsongs for... i'm sure she'd love that... :P

[Steeven]

disagree, i designate no area.
disagree, weather is warming so i can just roll in flowers, be like an unruly cur and ruin some poor saps petunias! :)
everyone loves flowers

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~ hahahaha... you seem to be an expert in puppy behaviour... :P ~ and maybe you need to be more agreeable... :P ~ disagreements lead to chaos... but then chaos leads to creativity... ~ oh, maybe you know this... and so you know you'll be writing exquisite poetry anyway... laundry or no laundry... ~ hmmm... well done, einstein... you nearly fooled me... :P