by Marian Glaser
A place for two before these flames
that dip and soar behind the grate.
I wish it wasn’t wool
caressing the skin we bared
during our pre-sex cuddle
but I’ll accept the risk of rug burn.
I’ll savour each colour, texture, taste and touch,
enjoying them now and later in dream.
There are no children or grownups to interrupt.
The table is littered with our used plates,
glittering with our crystal wine glasses in which
firelight is making rubies of the dregs.
The white tablecloth is glowing under
now shorter candles and
our favourite music is still playing low.
We both wore shiny, soft and loose clothes
and ate our favourite meal:
medium rare filet mignon, small fresh peas and
baked potatoes with dollops of sour cream.
We’ll have our coffee and cake here, later,
in front of this fire,
still looking deeply into each others eyes,
seeing our love there,
glad we experienced this evening.