Dimensionless Poem by Barbara Haskell

Dimensionless



Outside,
amongst the freshly mowed grass
and hot sunshine,
curtains sway on the clothesline.
Later,
I will immerse my nose in their clean scent.
Whilst I hear the children laugh and play,
I run my fingers through my love's hair.
Within,
desire, dimensionless.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: hair,sunshine
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