This is the dirty laundry poem- <br />because we have traveled from town to town <br />accumulating soiled linen & sweaty shirts <br />& blue-jeans caked & clotted with our juice <br />& teeshirts crumpled by our gloriously messy passion <br />& underwear made stiff by all our joy. <br /> <br />I have come home to wash my clothes. <br />They patter on the bathroom floor like rain. <br />The water drips away the days till you. <br />The dirty water speaks to me of love. <br /> <br />Steamy in the bubbles of our love, <br />I have plunged my hands into hot water <br />as I might plunge them <br />in your heart. <br /> <br />After years of spots & splatters, <br />I am finally coming clean. <br />I will fly to you with a suitcase of fresh laundry, <br />strip my clothes off, heap them on the floor, <br />& let you scrub my body with your love.<br /><br />Erica Jong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dirty-laundry-poem/
