Poem for her 594

Dear Readers,


Ice Cream freezes


The day was as hot as we'd had in a while
The AC was able to handle it as we had plans
Plans we'd drawn up ages ago to deal with it
Heat waves storms and such planned and drawn
You the drafting artist me the odd ideas
You the odd ideas and me the artist in a draft
We had saved and spent and picnic'd and done
Slow the travels to only 9 days a week
Instead of driving straight through till morning
We'd stop for a week and have a sit down dance
The cabin was warm, but looking at you I was
Chilled with a spoon in my mouth cold ice
You giggled, It's cold Love, it's ICE cream
You said and brushed your fingers down my belly
Then asked if I liked your creation
I coughed a bit the cold was filling my mouth
I could barely talk so I just smiled
And made the motion for you to come near
I let my nose kiss your nose and said


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.