Poem - Mistletoe - Grant Eagar
Hung in the doorways during Christmastide, a berry that begs for yuletide kisses.
The fruit that dissolves the restraints of decorum.
The wondrous taste that permits love and affection to flow.
Magical pearls of love growing red with desire, filling out plump and pert.
Nectar of love to be eaten slowly to promote passion.
Exploding when bitten, first sweet, then bitter, finally blowing your mind.
Enchanted berries, strong and potent, causing you to leave your body,
Leave your cares, and visit the land of endless love.
A man and a woman interwoven as one soul, feeling the essence of the other.
Like a warm, loving sunset kissing good-bye and off to sleep.
Sleeping, not to waken too soon; visiting the land where cares and troubles flee.
To dream of sweet kisses, gentle caresses, and smiling eyes.
Lovely dreams,
Lasting until the seraphim jump on the bed,
yelling, “What be fer breakfast?!”
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