S’mores by Chris Seward
Missed Connections in Asheville
The Fire Within
there is a fire burning within me
one that makes a perfect s’more
oh, sweet marshmallows
graham crackers
and gooey chocolate
sometimes, sweet like lemons
crumbly like honey
gooey like glass
the beautiful dance
of our hearts
histories
lives intertwined
in ways that boggle the mind
but not the heart
there lives within me a calm, deep desire
patient
silent
my self
aware
free
in love
at peace
at home
you, welcomed
loved
sat by the fire
to enjoy a yummy s’more
Her Two Cents
With the weather turning cold, damp, and gray, thoughts of crackling logs in a fireplace, hot toddies, and roasted marshmallows can almost warm my chilly fingers and toes! Winter love is well described by the gooey sweetness of a s’more as the excess calories hide nicely under sweaters and cozy blankets. 🙂 Â
