After Work
The shack and a few trees
float in the blowing fog
I pull out your blouse,
warm my cold hands
on your *******
you laugh and shudder
peeling garlic by the
hot iron stove.
bring in the axe, the rake,
the wood
we'll lean on the wall
against each other
stew simmering on the fire
as it grows dark
drinking wine.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
After Work
The shack and a few trees
float in the blowing fog
I pull out your blouse,
warm my cold hands
on your *******
you laugh and shudder
peeling garlic by the
hot iron stove.
bring in the axe, the rake,
the wood
we'll lean on the wall
against each other
stew simmering on the fire
as it grows dark
drinking wine.
Just because I like it.
