cold as logs
in water, a wet
and winter
evening. a rain
which cracks
the windows,
sounds like logs
in burning
hearths, and you
here on the sofa, curling
with me around tea.
you are hot as a log,
as solid and beautiful
as a pile of dried firewood
stacked carefully next
to a fire. outside, the grass
is wet and quite
miserable, taking weight
with the softness
of age-wilted salad.
even the dog’s
feeling anxious this evening
and rubbing the carpet
with her head.
Author Bio: DS Maolalai has been nominated eight times for Best of the Net and five times for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, “Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden” (Encircle Press, 2016) and “Sad Havoc Among the Birds” (Turas Press, 2019).