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!




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!