Occasionally There Is a Fire That Runs Through My Veins
occasionally there is a fire that runs through my veins
that makes me slink into my slinky pants
and imagine the lust that would show in your eyes
but I fall onto my
solemn couch with a
million things to do
in the backyard of my mind
and I smell the tide of the washer
I stare down the dirty plates in the sink
and I see the beautiful blue sky
and me me me just me
and how it is
I give you a deep kiss
and change the laundry
Copyright © Beth Sparks | Year Posted 2009
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