Up
The stair.
Top the top.
Lose our despair
Cooking together.
Close heat in the upstairs room.
Sweat like raindrops in a tempest.
Up.
Chimney
Blazing fire.
Rake out
the flame
with me.
The log is consumed
And withered to ash.
Down
The stair we
Descend together.
4 comments:
this is really interesting, kind of quirky and delightful. very cool poem.
How beautifully romantic . . .
creative, well done.
Well crafted and nicely spoken.
Here is my second offering for this week: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/18/i-am-loved/
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