A Heart Tells All (revision2)
Posted: Sat Apr 18, 2015 4:37 am
revision2
She likes to steam iron a trouser crease
to steer him through the day and if he's late
she buries keys beneath the basil pot.
She likes to free the figurines from dust
with his toothbrush, which hums as if a bee
has lost his queen within the honeyed hive.
She likes her lover tangled in spaghetti
on her fork; limbs as white as uncooked chips,
a distinct scent beneath the polished floor.
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revision1
She likes to steam iron a trouser crease
to steer him through the day and if he's late
she buries keys beneath the basil pot.
She likes to clean the porcelain figurines
with his toothbrush, which hums as if a bee
has lost his queen within the honeyed hive.
She likes her lover tangled in spaghetti
on her fork; limbs as white as uncooked chips,
a distinct scent beneath the polished floor.
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original
She likes to steam iron a trouser crease
to steer him through the day and if he's late
she buries keys beneath the basil pot.
She likes to clean the porcelain figurines
with his toothbrush, which hums as if a bee
had lost a hive brimming with honeyed lives.
She likes her lover tangled in spaghetti
on her fork, limbs as white as uncooked chips,
a distinct scent beneath the polished floor.
She likes to steam iron a trouser crease
to steer him through the day and if he's late
she buries keys beneath the basil pot.
She likes to free the figurines from dust
with his toothbrush, which hums as if a bee
has lost his queen within the honeyed hive.
She likes her lover tangled in spaghetti
on her fork; limbs as white as uncooked chips,
a distinct scent beneath the polished floor.
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revision1
She likes to steam iron a trouser crease
to steer him through the day and if he's late
she buries keys beneath the basil pot.
She likes to clean the porcelain figurines
with his toothbrush, which hums as if a bee
has lost his queen within the honeyed hive.
She likes her lover tangled in spaghetti
on her fork; limbs as white as uncooked chips,
a distinct scent beneath the polished floor.
============================================================================================================
original
She likes to steam iron a trouser crease
to steer him through the day and if he's late
she buries keys beneath the basil pot.
She likes to clean the porcelain figurines
with his toothbrush, which hums as if a bee
had lost a hive brimming with honeyed lives.
She likes her lover tangled in spaghetti
on her fork, limbs as white as uncooked chips,
a distinct scent beneath the polished floor.