By Gala
Date: 30 December 2000
Snowbound At The Ridge
Well the power shut down a few hours back,
and even with the plow,
we're snowed in my love---
the candles we picked for romance
will be our light,
and the two cords of wood
you spent the summer cutting
will be warmth for the cabin.
We have some staples
and I put a pot of soup on hours ago--
lucky for the camp stove
to warm it---
and yes some cornbread I just made.
I look at you over the light
of an oil lamp---
and then look down
because these eyes shine and dance.
The rest of the world can curse this storm---
but it means peace and privacy,
and yes we're in our own world.
You haul down the featherbed,
the quilts and ticks
and I hear
"look out below!"
as you pitch pillows over the loft rail.
In a few minutes our bed is made by the fire,
next to a stack of wood as tall as me.
We'll be warm, you promise.
And I know you will be as good as your word.
Night falls
and when the light fades it is crisp
if you step away from the hearth.
Pajamas? You ask....
And I smile like the Mona Lisa.
The secret to keeping warm
I have always heard
is skin to skin
with warm things around.
I peel down,
and yelp as the air hits my flesh---
goosepimples---
and yes, breasts gone to hard points
and i leap beneath the covers
with you in hot pursuit.
Your mouth closes softly on mine
your hands warm on me,
and I know I will love these days to come
when what lies crackling between us
will be part of what
kept us warm, and safe and toasty
snowbound on the ridge.....
Back to the Heart-on-Sleeve Corner