Poems for Summer: Part 2

You invited me today,
finally, to your home,
but I refused –
my legs are tired in your pursuit.

***

Under the fan, I sit
and see it spinning like
my mind spins
when you are near.

***

My clothes smells of you
after you pressed your warm body
against mine.

My laundry basket is empty.

***

While I wait for
the veggies to fry,
I write her a letter –
seventh one this week.

***

A month later
I remember
that I have forgotten you.

4 thoughts on “Poems for Summer: Part 2

  1. laundry basket empty
    and washing machine
    busy, for the third time,
    to free me full (¿fool?)
    from pheromonal tie
    me, the phenomenal mule
    😂

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