Laundry Löw

In a place that tides high and lows knew no secrets, she came closer.

Laundry fragrance, soul clean up in a mere hug where crickets stood no chance in front of vast ocean repeated rhyming.

We made love
We wrote poems
But we refused to finish
After the wash
It was done
Just like this one

We sold ticket to the show of life
Where we can be ourselves for 5 minutes..
It lasted overnight with no inhabitions since common conscious was left to walk on egg shells while we slide on sand dune, snow flakes frisbee forsakes a little play a little moment to go back to black.

Washing old kiss without a detergent because the laundry machine was working great upon two humans applying to connect without the tongue twisting trick,
Freudian Slip.
…
There is no more I can say to you