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 smell 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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