About Me
furtive glances,
cleared throats,
fingers run through hair,
as the machines hum around their boisterous cycles.
a borrowed coin,
a shared smile,
a whistled melody.
he watches the shaking window like a tv screen
and she reads the graffiti, toes twisting in her sneakers.
gone is his suit, her dress,
instead adorned with last year's jeans and an overgrown sweater.
greying bra and frayed boxer shorts and socks with a hole in the toe.
windows looking out to the neon street,
windows looking in the tumbling shirts.
eyes are the windows of the soul,
(two brown, two blue, too brown, true blue).
soap powder,
skin powder,
perfume so strong
her touches her hair, her lips, her hips;
she blushes, shivers, grins and bends.
in a blink, the wall is their bed for the evening -
panting, animals;
on the dryer -
giggling, children;
against the glass -
kissing, lovers;
flare like a light, like a denim jeans advert, like a teenage dream.
and the man outside watches the shaking window like a tv screen.
after the machines, after the lights, after the zips and straps have been returned,
the memory lingers:
love in a laundrette.
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****friends are like stars... you don't have to see them to know they're there****
****things are rarely what they seem... life isn't just dot to dot****
****the meaning of love... a girl and her fan... ask me if you don't understand****
****my friends are my chosen family... my memories are my life's lessons****
Felicity Allman http://FlissKiss.bebo.com/
