Poem - Mistletoe - Grant Eagar

To order my books:

 Angelica: The Princess and the Pig  

Henry and Sophie: A Steampunk Adventure 

Sheila the Vampire: Dancing with the Enemy

Mistletoe

Prompt: Pick an object, I chose mistletoe.

By Grant Eagar

            The berry that begs for hugs and yuletide kisses in doorways during the mass of the birth of Christ. The fruit that helps dissolve the restraints of decorum and allows affection and love to flow. Magical pearls of love growing red with desire, filling out plump and pert. This nectar of love is to be eaten slowly to prolong the ecstasy and the delight. Then exploding when bitten, first sweet, then bitter and finally blowing your mind.

            A magical berry too strong, too potent, causing you to leave your body and visit the land of happy and endless love. Man and woman intertwined as one soul feeling the essence of the other.

            Like a warm, loving sunset gently kissing good-bye and off to sleep . . . sleep never to awaken again; visiting the land where all cares and troubles have vanished. To dream of sweet caresses, gentle kisses and smiling eyes. 

            Dreaming until the seraphim jump on the bed and yell, “What’s for breakfast?!”