It's early in the morning; I'm going to post a few words before I head north. The sun is shining brightly; always a good tonic for whatever down mood I might be in. I had to finish doing the laundry before I leave this morning. If I stay open, words sometimes come to me in the strangest places:
Yes, Dear, I especially miss those little, intimate moments we shared, even when it was just getting instructions on the proper care of a bra.
SHEER INTIMACY
Today while doing the laundry
the reason for my vague uneasiness
each time I filled the wash machine
or emptied the dryer
became suddenly apparent.
There were no bras.
No longer do I have to remember
to wash them on the delicate cycle;
to hang them separately to dry;
NEVER PUT THEM IN THE DRYER!
Gwen would caution me.
I miss them, and the way
their sheer, intimate nature
would excite memories
of a miraculous love
and shared pleasures.
John A. Bayerl, September 14, 2011
1 comment:
This post is too funny! I love it. As was said many times, it is in the little things. For me is my messy bed - a rebellion of sorts for he loved his sheets tucked in.
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