By Cosette
Date: 15 April 1999

RIDICULOUS THOUGHTS v.4 (hankie)

HANKIE (LOVE)

Neatly folded You pulled me out of this pile
Feeling so fresh and so clean
Sprayed me with Your sweet fragrance
Tucked me into Your pocket
Took me out to 
… cover Your cherished nose
… wipe Your luscious lips
… dry You from sweat
… brush away Your tears
Felt heavenly to stroke Your skin
And buss Your lips
But never thought You would
Also use me to stop her tears
And now the day is over
You throw me into Your laundry basket
Wrinkled
Filthy
Forgotten