wintering in the hex house

we crawl into the bed each night
weaving fine strands of silk around our bodies
(the dog's too)
pulling each other as close as we can get
and we stay close, until the heat stretches apart our finely woven intimacy

and in the morning, when the fire is out
and the chill has set in
we weave ourselves together again
(the dog too)
so God and everyone can see we are a family