Laundries Reckoned.

On a clear night,

The future beckoned.

Rain fell unannounced,

And laundries reckoned

A meeting was in order.

 

A collision of the minds.

Surround sound chemistry.

Heavy looks and

Open books

With over easy hours.

 

He inspired her

With shake-off-shoulds

And surfmist hair.

He mixed her.

He took her there.

 

A strain of grace was born,

Of sipping oceans,

Bitcoin tips,

And censorship resistant

Porn.

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allets's picture

At Last

Excellent verse. Thank you for posting this gem.


 

 

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Gratitude

Whoa! Thank you!