When I came
back upstairs from banging down
the coal stove ash,
adding more to keep the heat,
I found my wife,
in silk shirt, nude below,
was sleeping deeply
on my side of the mattress,
in my remaining warmth.
As I climbed into our
canopied bed, I whispered,
” Honey, move over. I have no room.”
She wiggled back to the middle,
assumed spoon position.
I smiled as I knew,
though could not see her face,
only her hair,neck,back,lovely nude bottom,
that she was smiling also
and that her her heat seeking drift
to my warm spot was
forplay…

After,
when I wrote this for her,
the warmth lingered.