Reaching for the fork, she gently fluffed the grains
It helped release some of the steam trapped within, perfuming her face
Cooking might not be her jam, but this simple act made her so happy
Even if the rest of the meal was now charcoal
Reaching for the fork, she gently fluffed the grains
It helped release some of the steam trapped within, perfuming her face
Cooking might not be her jam, but this simple act made her so happy
Even if the rest of the meal was now charcoal
Reaching from one horizon to the other
A pair of dull gray arms hug the hard-compacted earth underneath
Iron spikes cement the bond of their timeless relationship
Lasting valentine to the age of steam
Mulled spices dance among the hot apple cider
Under the curling steam rising over the ceramic
Grabbing the handle, I bring it to my lips and enjoy
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The idea that she was short and stout
Enraged Emily to no end
And she would spout off at the insinuation
Perhaps there were better ways to let off some steam
Other than to give a shrill scream
Though that would tell people that she was boiling hot…
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Coughing white steam while walking
Oblivious to the icicles forming his beard
Losing feeling in all exposed body parts
Deciding the Caribbean was a place he needed to be
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