This poem is the second of three views of the same event about which I wrote "Contemplating Coals". The third poem was the four liner I posted on Facebook titled "Memorable Moment". I didn't realize until class last night that all three versions had two word, alliterated titles. I have been doing homiletics too long, apparently I unconsciously alliterate. That is a little scary, but not as much as sleepwalking naked would be. Whereas "Contemplating Coals" was rated E for everyone and "Memorable Moment"--fb for Facebook, this version is rated M for mature, not for anything raunchy, I think the best love scenes imply without describing intimacy, but simply because a child wouldn't get the meaning.
Starlight Summons
In a firepit dug by their now-grown son,
alone, because the neighbors couldn't come,
he built a fire for just the two of them.
They sat and stared together at the flames.
The music from her laptop masked the sound
of traffic from the highway into town.
In silent conversation, mind to mind,
they shared the gift of rare, unhurried time.
When all her other senses had been fed
her thoughts strayed from the embers to her bed.
"You tired?" he asked, as she rose up to go.
With twinkling eyes she turned and told him "No".
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