Poem for her 877

Dear Readers,


Tango at Two am


The fireplace was aglow
Embers still
A little flame in the corner
I looked at her
She picked a log up
Handed it to me
I put it in just so

Seconds later
Flames many
Then I hit play again

The Jazz music was low
Just loud enough
To be heard by the kitchen
And into the bedroom
We danced some more

The fire died down
Then another log
Just so
Then
Music
Another album
Another hour passed by

Over here
Over there
Tango in a cabin
Just the two of us


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.