on this winter’s night
let me fill
your stocking with song
as the icicles melt
into holly holy rain
salty tracks
to be tasted and cherished
while overcast skies
are torn asunder
between your heart and mine
our souls joined as one
by threads woven in the stars of old
while the flame elves dance
their ring of fire on the yuletide logs
let me drink
of your holly holy eyes
sparkling in the candlelight
mystifying wonders
to be found in their depths
I don’t need mistletoe
to answer the sweet enchantment
of your parted lips
holly holy dream
let me adorn
a garland of kisses
upon your skyclad flesh
promises of ectasy and fulfillment
my hands
a gentle sleigh
following the course
of your soft smooth curves
and making snow angels
at the hollow of your back
my tongue
southward seeking
your delicate pink ornament
hidden amongst tiny downy wreaths
who could have foretold
I would find the precious gift of you
this Christmas night
holly holy dream
let me be your shelter
take and wrap
this moonlight blanket of my love
around you
and
sleep
in the heavenly peace
of my arms
holly holy love
©Lynn Kupfer
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