Hello,I am not crying
the sky was just raining melty crystals
cocooned within a warm heirloom.
You had on:
a heavy knit with a
crew neck or something with a swoop--
a hole that added character: by your neck.
You were holding on to my finger as
wash in the hamper.
You could only sigh as:
you tried to remind me of
--just about the most romantic of all places!
Spin cycles increasing
dryness level is-upping its anti.
You are neurotic of my subconscious
only on-laundry day.
I am not straying I am just:
borrowing quarters from olive skinned men
& forgetting my change purse