neatnik

neatnik

vacuum marks on carpet
like frosting on cake
are perfect ripples of simple pleasure
airated threads cushion overworked feet

finally, room to breathe

every stitch of clothing spotless
folded symetrically or
hung neatly in color-coded closets
a rainbow of choice

soft candles burn fragrant

clean sheets on fluffed featherbed
wait patiently. tight, crisp, and cool
until night when the scent of dryer sheets
mingles with the nape of his neck

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