Secrets

Soft and relaxed in the afternoon sun
They’re wrapped in each other, quiet and done.
The hot twisting action, entwining and wet
Has run through its cycle, the sensors reset.
Tumbling no longer unsettles their form,
As they lie in the sunlight, breezy and warm.
Do they remember their tight fitting fashion,
The bulging and tugging of previous passion?
Or, are they content in their soft cotton folds
With elastic forgotten as it’s gotten old?
Much like the old lovers, the fresh wash remains
Still warm with the secrets of Victoria and Haines.