In the Underneath
Wood logs burn on inside the fireplace
Smoke builds within the chimney keep
Escapes into the bitter icy cold outside
With secrets regarding two lovers kept
Curled up like the cozy couple in the bed
Underneath the frozen moon is snow
Beneath the comforting quilt is love
Warm bodies breathe together in their quest
A small cabin and some bread is all they have
Nothing to deprive them of their sleep
Unless you count the matter of their passion
Which goes without question in the underneath
|