Meet me under the Mistletoe
The magic of a Christmas kiss
the mistletoe looks like a noose
as it hangs above my head, leering
time is frozen yet still my sweat crawls
i punish myself for my naivety
for actually believing
i will my feet to move
to no avail
i can feel everyone staring
death gripping my virgin egg nog
oh how I wish i wasn’t driving
he’s not coming, my inner child cries
i can taste my temperature, searing
i command my legs to move
they ignore my mandate, jeering
cringing, i close my eyes
a feather-like tickle surprises me
softness on my lips
could it be?
or is the universe mocking?
but it’s not
my insides are suddenly lit
my knees wobble
he catches me before i sit
(just like in the movies)
i laugh into his mouth
christmas magic does exist
especially
under the mistletoe
when one is being kissed
About the Creator
Marti Maley
Hi 🙂 my name is Marti. I am an artist and healer living in Alaska & Arizona. I believe in good coffee, chihuahuas, and mental health. I love connecting with fellow artists💛 @msmartimaley
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Comments (5)
Beautiful. Good old days of mistletoe festivities.
"death gripping my virgin egg nog" That line was my favourite. Loved your poem!
Christmas magic does exist, and I agree. Well Done!!!
So you showed us a film today.
Beautiful, and my favorites lines were the last 4!