household chores

 I've been in a poem writing frenzy which is such a refreshing feeling. But I haven't posted any of them up... so I'll post one right now. It's short cause I just posted a long blog and didn't want to flood the market.

I find myself getting comfortable

with the idea of us

find myself washing your dishes

one and a time

wondering if I could wash away your fears

sponge away at your insecurities

and let them disappear 

among tap water and edible debris

i don't want to compare you to household chores

soap bubbles don't fly the way childhood ones do

the way we should and the way we would

if our relationship wasn't polluted 

with specks of unidentified baggage

so my hands will trace plates

attempt to airdry the silver-lining in our emotional clouds of gray

until they look gold

transforming dishwashing into alchemy

letting you sink wholeheartedly

and protect you before you're in too deep

baptize you with tap water tears

and a touch bred to feel like home.

in case its gone unnoticed, i'm a romantic. always have been.

but i'm a pessimist. how the two co-exist is beyond me.

anacaona