I once gave promises
before I saw them bind unwantingly
So I stopped tying bows on to you
Then you came to me armed in words of similar intent
and eyelets scatter on the floor homelessly
Pull a string to see if the bow
releases or tangles, as I step out of my bathtowel
materializing apparrel
on a laundry line and one or two at a time
you release the clothespins
waiting to come to me in a freshly wind
beated outfit of cotton and sunshine
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