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Domestic Iron

[ Placed 4th : All Poetry Contest  March 26 :
 A Rainer Maria Rilke inspired Poem ]
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I muse upon your sweaty knobbly hands
my foot                COLD
water stagnant inside
will you unfill me 
    like you empty your bladder 
      on waking
providing virginal droplets (...)

my foot______     cold
longing for amber heat of your core
  to connect with arteries in wall
steam dial on zero, an uncommitted station
cord hanging limp 
     impassive inert 
oak edge of table seeking its roots 
   my red button dimmed
as your                 
                e g o 


anticipating heat of your core
to smooth wrinkles of another flat
  so to facade aged soaped laundered 
mild to medium to hot
thick thin chiffon what not
   you watch my waters 
      evaporate into autumn sky
       goodbye to life crystal 
                              f f f l uid dd 

aah ! connecting with arteries in wall
fire I absorb for your longing 
to look sapphic, impress
   for whom for what
    it is but cloaks I glide 
       hiding what’s inside
         animus not perceived 
as you puff  your 
                        chores
                        
                             
      time after time
       breathing junctures 

my foot now hot red tramp delicious deluxe
                                           delicate
steam pissing clouds in spurts
    you burn your stiff finger
     I watch you running for 
                  freezing 
                               H2O
hot mild cold I serve you
just the same 
                    Ever 
                    READY

Goddess on oak I sit patient
flat is my foot 
   toes unneeded 

my brain’s fine wired nerves
   listen to mid-morning silence
a couple of starlings appear for crumbs 
you release your despondent grip
to check vacant breadbin unwashed 
oh ! that my dial cord wiring can serve
you well as Sun heats your mid-aged
             sacral 
                      navel 
                                core 
                                 thoughtforms indigo 

that banal may I serve your longings 
to clothe arty, unwrinkle 
         petticoats slick

you pull three prongs from your socket 
            hole  WHOLE
   spiralling energy releasing into ether
   h i s s  goes my throat 
RED lights out
I hear creaking wardrobe door 
                                         OPEN
my task to serve you        WELL
d o n e  __ finito infinito

      
wipe your silent raging sweat from my body
I will await your lined palms 
                         again
                         smoothing

             I am not human


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