The Cold Stove

Hearing her voice smile, “It’s got to be time”
Her warm body sliding closer to mine
My eyes closed I felt her breathe on my neck
She had a cold stove with embers to check

Swinging my feet over hitting the floor
It’s so cold, there should be another chore
But just in time running I managed to beat
Squeezing against pressure to lift the seat

Now the three red embers were dying for fuel
Next to the cord was kindling as a rule
Last nights beef stew was sitting in the fridge
Coffee pot set up for our dark dosage

Logs and some pages from a comic book
Heat up the cold stove ready to cook
With a jump my cold feet found her assets
Vowing her vengeance later I felt regret

© 2014 Michael Yost 05/19

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s