This is the dirty laundry poem- br because we have traveled from town to town br accumulating soiled linen & sweaty shirts br & blue-jeans caked & clotted with our juice br & teeshirts crumpled by our gloriously messy passion br & underwear made stiff by all our joy. br br I have come home to wash my clothes. br They patter on the bathroom floor like rain. br The water drips away the days till you. br The dirty water speaks to me of love. br br Steamy in the bubbles of our love, br I have plunged my hands into hot water br as I might plunge them br in your heart. br br After years of spots & splatters, br I am finally coming clean. br I will fly to you with a suitcase of fresh laundry, br strip my clothes off, heap them on the floor, br & let you scrub my body with your love.