laundry

the drying sheets flew on the line
trying to escape the baking sun
but pinned on, struggled to survive
feeling sorry for them in some way
I went to their rescue
I hugged them first for comfort
and noticing they were almost dry
took them down and folded them
they smelled fresh, like your skin
when you've nearly broken a sweat
in the summer sun
then hold me close for a kiss

and now the clothesline looks so lonely
without the cover of the sheets
standing perfectly still
as not to move an inch in hopes
that they will come back
and hang on to it once again
to share a few moments of day
before it beds down for the night
and you and I are wrapped in them instead
feeling sorry for the clothesline
I reached back down for the sheets
still damp enough to justify
a few more moments in the sun

I think the sun must have been watching
feeling sorry for all involved
and took a rest behind some clouds
that the sheets need not escape
but relax instead in the comfort
of the tight hold of the line
and I drift to thoughts of you
and the way you hold me securely
but give way when I need escape
and I hope the sun won't hide too long
so you might soon come back to me
smelling fresh from heat and breeze
to find me waiting like the line
for just a few more moments in your arms