Captured

Captured

Your naked foot appeared from underneath-
the comforter and tested the weather.
You point your toe as if it’s going to read -
the barometric pressure in the room.

The pressure in my chest begins to build,
And I already dressed to start the day,
Now looking in the kitchen for some food,
A day old biscuit and perhaps some jam.

And you announce to me that it’s too cold,
"It would be nice if you could start a fire",
Now motivated I find all the wood-
and kindling soon ignite the fire you wish.

A blazing fire is soon within the room,
And warmer now the bed cover is moved,
You’re lying there a smile is on your face,
Our baby in the other room asleep.

I come beside and lay with you in bed,
To nonchalantly talk about our day,
Now magic in the room I can’t explain,
The nightclothes on your frame just disappear.

Once more the spell of love has captured us,
And holds us bound together with desire.


Peter Lowell Paulson

November 1, 2010