Popping Wood

 

The only light that filled the room,

was coming from the fireplace,

as two shadows loom,

and the glowing flames gave no waste,

as the love-making was in such good taste,

as the gentle logs burned,

unity was learned,

and they would make love all night if they could,

as the sounds coming from the fireplace

was just of popping wood.

Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Congrats on your winning poem. Well done!

[Ally Baker]

Great write!
~~Ally Baker
"Don't upset the writer. They might put you in one of their books and kill you."