Poem - Mistletoe - Grant Eagar
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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?!”
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