Studio Renee

I feel calmness come over me
pulsing in rhythm with the dishwasher

the air is sweetest
when the warm laundry drapes out to dry.

there is nothing more seductive
than the light brush of hair of my face,
oscillating in time with the fan  

this room is a symphony of the most mundane,
holding me in unparalleled joy.

blissful nights spent sweating
between clean sheets together

as car lights pass our window,
a light orchestra we know well.

citizens of the world we own
these nights in our small home

we don't need anything more
than sweet warm air stuck to our backs.



originally written 9/15/19, published and updated 2/5/24