Escape Amidst The Hum-drum.
Updated on December 30, 2009
Escape Amidst the Hum-drum.
You send me tumbling
like wrung out clothing,
in the blissful heat
of your dizzying kiss.
Clothes pinned
to your body,
my mind whirls
in a spin cycle.
Like static we cling,
amidst the common,
everyday tasks that
rumble on around us.
Uncaring that
we are an island of love,
an oasis of passion
in a back alley laundromat,
which ceases to exist.
Our lips press wrinkled
smiles to smoothness,
as all that is delicate
becomes delightful,
while yesterdays
laundry turns on.
later all our clohtes are folded
except for two small piles of
rumpled on either side
of the freshly made bed.
Next weeks excuse to
get together
and pay lip service to
the whirlpool of
our love.
©-MFB III
©_MFB III
