Poem: Unfinished Basement

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Unfinished Basement

By Shannon Laws

Figure out how I fit in your world
as I discover the shape of your heart
push me into your foreign form
as the chalk line
between
us dulls 

Memory foam bed faces north in your
cold unfinished basement headboard
is bare drywall with taped-over nails
primer and mud a forgotten chore for
another day painted white bricks lined
up like soldiers floor to ceiling gray soot
stains define few edges 

This is our nest
our place to incubate

When you touch me it is a fast
movement under a silk sheet
sparking a mighty lightning storm
hair stands on end in anticipation
of where your fingers might go
legs gently look for arousal
as we twist together like snakes

You are a storm
you are the ocean
pounding at a rocky shore
don’t stop until
I am sand

Published by

Shannon Laws

Shannon P. Laws, born in Seattle, Washington, lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. Author of three poetry books, "Madrona Grove", "Odd Little Things", and "Fallen" and an audiobook of her one-woman satire show on mid-life dating, "You Love Me, You Love Me Not". For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW indie music & art community. Shannon's other interests include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions, and Poetry Club. Since 2015 Poetry Club is dedicated to the neighborhood discussion and sharing of poetry, now available on Podbean at https://poetryclub.podbean.com/

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