Gather ‘Round the Fire!
To scrub the marble pan.
To stick it in the oven, love, and take it out again!
Which surface, I don’t know!
From some great office where there by conspires wind to blow.
My stomach cannot eat.
I’m cornered by a hoary beast you’re better not to meet.
The screaming of the choir!
We slid our caution to the floor to penetrate desire!