Dirty LinenA Poem by John Alexander McFadyenSome things stay in the bedroom!There are no
clean sheets in my mind, only those
soiled and used and
overused. Those once
pristine, virgin white
soft cotton
coverings, placed upon
my bed to soothe my
skin and provide
comfort as slumber
approaches or knees and
elbows vie for grip in the
throws of passion, are now off-white, stained with
the shadows of spilled blood, and the
salty sweat and juices of
many sensual and
erotic skirmishes. They bear testament to many
encounters with both
the devil and the
angels of heaven. They show
signs of wear as
heels have pressed
deep and bodies
twisted and crumpled
and tangled each
carefully ironed thread. And there
they will lie, there they
will remain, for I will never wash my
dirty linen in public. 24/06/19 © 2019 John Alexander McFadyenAuthor's NoteReviews
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4 Reviews Added on June 24, 2019 Last Updated on June 25, 2019 AuthorJohn Alexander McFadyenBrixworth, England, United KingdomAboutWell, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more.. |


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