My Dirty Laundry Poem

My favourite poet
has a poem about dirty laundry.
I know its prose
as if I wrote it for you.

But I did not understand it
until today.
Today I write my own
Dirty Laundry Poem.

This is how my poem to you goes:

I feel you kiss my earlobe & neck
& I am tugging at you
& your hands are on me;
our laundry falls away -
dirty.

I collect you in my hands
& mouth;
I consume you
& we grow wet;
excited with our juices
soiled linens
stained knees.

Bare flesh 
& I am exposed to you
comfortably open;
wild with passion
the laundry accumulates -
dirty clean
clean dirty

I wear my dirty laundry home
& plunge it into hot water,
coming clean.
I wash away the bits
of you & me,
& hang it all out to dry.

The soil is removed,
deposited crust,
dribbles & spots;
gone.

My laundry is ready & clean;
take me
take me out 
take me out to our place,
hidden but open;
more dirty laundry is ready
to be made.

The Path

I climb the path 

that takes me to

your heart;

through the ferns

& green, I search.

I kissed your mouth

when I found you

standing on the crest;

waiting for me to

give you what you need.

You took my hand

& lead me to your love.

What do I give you;

don't make me need you.

What do you want from me;

Don't make me want you.

I climb.

Through the wild

I kissed your face.

What do I need from you;

I search.

Don't make me climb.

I'm not what you need,

don't make me bleed.

It's too late;

I reached to you for more

& you extended your hand, open.

I kissed your mouth

& was on my knees.

I climbed the path to you.

You took my hand

& you took my heart -

through the forest

& over the rocks

you made me want you.

I see you & hold

my breath for more.

I swallow you & taste

your sweet breath -

I don't hold back.

I crawl through this

ache of love & desire,

through the soil & dirt -

it's what I need.

Our Hearts Break

My heart is breaking
I love you so much
& for all the time you have
spent by my side.

In this hour of pain
I watch you suffer;
nothing I could do,
or say,
will save your heart from breaking.
We weep.

Although I am far
away from you,
know that I stand
next to your heart.
Grasp onto me -
I will help you stand.

You are more to me
in this lifetime of friendship & love -
how am I so lucky to be able to say
how much you mean to me.

I will always be there for you
& I will always take your pain
& gladly place it onto my
own shoulders to bear.
This is what best friends do.
I am here.

Our hearts break
in this senseless pain.
I will hold you close -
lean on me dear friend.
I am here.

Me & you.
Thank God for that.