Monday, July 23, 2012

Frission


Creases fill with warmth,
and promise.
Limp dampness
takes on new form
guided by
heat.

Steam billows into the air
in slow motion puffs,
doing a dance
for those who are watching.

Silently I smile
as I begin to feel
perfection,
and a little moan
escapes
as the warmth embraces me too.

The pleasures
of freshly ironed clothes
on a rainy day.

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