"but who irons the shirts?"

and there i was in the middle of the desert
sun, sand and silky souls all around me,
the clouds were smirking
while the horizon leaned in close to whisper a secret.

i was alone, i think.
were you there too?
did you notice that i was searching for something?
for hours i walked
guided by the wind's laughter
until i found the sparkling old river.

i rushed forward and fell to my knees.
the water just about touched my lips
when i was prodded awake
by your hands on my hip.

"my tie isn't ironed", you said.

oh well, i thought.

men can love other men, you see,
but who, pray tell, will do the laundry?