Poem for her 844

Dear Readers,


Spoons

There set in the drawer
The teaspoon, Tablespoon
Ice tea spoon long
I liked the Ice Tea ones
Hand picked from old
My legs rubbed hers
We were talking kitchen
Kitchen this and that
Kitchen design
Kitchen supplies
Things we liked
Things we might
Recipes
There in bed
Light yet not
Day yet night
Night fire glowing
The sheets off
The sheets on
Fan over head
Sounds of logs popping
Rubbing of skin
Spooning


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.