Fabric Softener

you asked me to write poems. I ask myself how it be done?

fabric softener scents overflow

smudge the words on the tip of my tongue

letters meant to be spelled aloud eventually rest impotent

melt the woes unspoken clenching in the piercing cold

in the calm embrace of familiarity tucks a home for a soul 

the second my atoms see your atoms, so much life within aglow.