Campfire poem #71

Campfire smoke
makes a fine
aphrodisiac
but it lulls
my wife
to sleep
making
embers an
ambiguous
metaphor.

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One thought on “Campfire poem #71

  1. Grmarachel August 6, 2010 / 8:20 pm

    Gene is the same way with a campfire, must be something in the smoke or ashes!? I agree with Amy, it puts me to sleep and nice fire that flickers, guess that is why I love my fireplace (gas) and fall asleep in front of it!

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