the Easter egg roll

as we slow dance

around

the kitchen in a loving

embrace,

i kiss her neck gently

which makes her

swoon and say,

oh you.

you're so sweet when

you're in the mood.

but then we forget that

the stove

is on as we boil

water for Easter eggs,

and her dress catches fire.

i quickly turn on 

the faucet and fill up

a cup of water, which

i throw onto the flames.

then i tell her to stop,

drop and roll, which 

she does.

then we make love

on the wet rug, full

of ashes, but the dress 

no longer burning.