Gather ‘Round the Fire!

by jerrontables

To wit!

To wan!

To scrub the marble pan.

To stick it in the oven, love, and take it out again!

 

Above.

Below.

Which surface, I don’t know!

From some great office where there by conspires wind to blow.

 

My feet

are beat!

My stomach cannot eat.

I’m cornered by a hoary beast you’re better not to meet.

 

The ire

of fire!

The screaming of the choir!

We slid our caution to the floor to penetrate desire!

 

 

 

 

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