creature comforts

some times

the smile of a stranger

comforts,

more than 

the advice

of an old friend,

comforts.

some times

the smile of 

an old friend,

comforts

more than 

the unconditional

love of a mother,

comforts.

some times

the smile

of a mother,

comforts.

some times

no amount of smiles,

and advice,

or love

comforts.

regardless of

how

unconditional.

some times

everything is dependent,

on the condition.

conditions
comfort

we are creatures of

comfort,

conditioned to

be so.

under certain

conditions,

we are simply

creatures,

and treated

as such.

comfortably,

conditioned.

are you comfortable,

in your condition?

at your service

you be my french-maid

 i your butler.

lets play our roles 

flawlessly 

and, 

serve one another.

as i arc to your will

 you bow to mine,

 silver platter in hand.

yours,

 indentured lover.

 lets play our roles,

 passionately 

disregarding, 

you burst at the seams,

 as you dust

 to find that spot

 you missed.

just two more kissed up 

and two more to the left, 

it sits, 

waiting for the sweep 

of your lips.

 nerve endings,

 stimulated.

fabrics become,

frayed.

we lay, 

scoured.

emotions scattered.

who is to clean,

our?

collective mess

quickly we both

resume our roles.

you,

my french-maid,

i your butler.

at your service,

silver platter in hand.

chemicals

i locked myself
in the bathroom, with the chemicals
,again

i find myself
in the bathroom, with the chemicals
,again

i clean.
  i scrub.

i rinsewash&repeat
,again
         and
,again

same cycle

i clean.
  i scrub.

i rinsewash&repeat
,again
         and
,again

but one can

  clean
    scrub

                            rinsewash&repeat
 only so
      much,

surfaces become abrasive  

chemicals waste away

and doors remain locked

i locked myself

in the bathroom with the chemicals

,again

i clean.
  i scrub.

i rinsewash&repeat
                    repeat
                    repeat
                    repeat

until,
i find myself
 ,again