Tiny tawny girl next door,
Watch you scrub your kitchen floor.
Doggie down there, on all four:
I can’t wait ‘til you spill some more.
Laundry day, your fragrance drifts
Through my screen: My spirit lifts.
Subtle scents, your careless gifts,
And through each one, my keen nose sifts.
Singing, humming, filled with glee:
You wash your dishes, dutifully.
I hear you, though I cannot see,
How drippy-wet and wonderfully?
Accomp’nied by Spanish guitar,
This summer day, you wash your car.
Flamenco skirt, my jaw ajar,
On tippy-toes, you’ve stretched too far!
Then one day, from the box you came,
Bearing junk mail with my name.
I quickly turned to hide my shame.
You’d caught me staring, just the same.
My name, without lifting her head,
From that misguided missive, read.
Upset? Not yet. She smiled, instead,
Then took me by my arm, and said,
“I must confide, my next-door boy,
I play with you: my sweetest toy.
All parts and parcels of my ploy,
I mean to share what you enjoy.
“I scrub the floor where you can see.
I perfume all of my laundry.
I softly sing each melody,
And even dress indecently.
“…But spiders cause me grievous fright!
I have a burned-out ceiling light.
So, if you can and think you might,
Come help me with my chores, tonight.”
©2Dec2017 @DracoTalpus
Inspired by my cutest neighbor. ;)
Here's a nice acoustic accompaniment - https://youtu.be/JiaTyt4EnGY
