blowing dust

Blowing Dust

My dreams
lately
have been
sexual,
deliciously &
sensually sexual.


You may
think that
all sex
is sensual,
but that’s
not true.


Ask the
housewife
standing at
the kitchen
sink long
after the
breakfast dishes
are done,
staring out
the window
at the
dust blowing
in the
alley.

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