The Delicate Cycle

Emily Okaty Wilson lives in Michigan, where she spends her days as a stay-at-home mom and a part-time volunteer. Her work has been published at MomSense Magazine, Chicken Soup for the Mother of Preschooler's Soul, and the Livingston Parent Journal. Visit her blog (featured twice on WordPress's Freshly Pressed front page) to see more of her writing. This poem will make you think of summer and love no matter what season you're in when you read it.

The Delicate Cycle
By Emily Okaty Wilson
Blue morning breath
breezes in a hurry,

tangles my hair as I take sun
dried laundry off the line;

bury my face in sapphire
striped sheets, the clean smell
tickles lungs, tingles

down to wiggly toes, almost
like the first time you kissed me.

You said I had the poutiest lips,
plump plum puckered and ready.

Laundry line quivers, windy
sheets ripple around me, like arms
clinging to my trembling body;

faded jeans fall past thick thighs,
knobby knees, brass buttons

on hardwood like the clink,
clink clank of loose change

hitting the walls of a metal
dryer, spinning hot

heavy breath burrowed beneath
sweaty hair stuck to the back
of my neck.

Your energy pounces quietly,
shakes me dizzy and out of breath

grasping soft cotton sheets.

Posted by Annmarie at 8/12/2010 10:30 PM
Categories: today's words
Tags: sun Emily Okaty Wilson laundry love
 

What did you think of this article?




Trackbacks
Trackback specific URL for this post
  • No trackbacks exist for this post.
Comments
Display comments as (Linear | Threaded)

Leave a comment

Submitted comments are subject to moderation before being displayed.

 Name

 Email (will not be published)

 Website

Your comment is 0 characters limited to 3000 characters.