Dec 12, 2004 07:50
Long-awaited New Year
Climax of too many days
alone--
Seconds falling to the floor
like the icicles on your
shed
And I wait under a
dying mistletoe.
And the posin-leaves
fall around my feet--
so ironic that we
kiss beneth death
sometimes--
but not tonight.
The cheer surrounds me
and I wait
for the seconds that
simply turn into
more.
And the clock rings
and the ball falls
and everyone dances in glee.
And I fall
while you're across the room,
joyful too.
Oh, drive me home tonight
the bubbles cloud my head.
if you won't release me,
grant me this--
fill my obsession
a few sips more.