The December Kiss

On a cold December night of the dying year, A whisper flew and sat near my deaf ear; I watched the indolent dance of her silhouette On the threads of my fragmented retention’s net I walked, up to her, with a lantern of sorrow-- The doors were shut, so were windows of the morrow; Leaves of shadows circled around her feet, Her hair sheltered the masks of forlorn street Pebbles of the dusk’s grit swayed along the murk, Whilst she tangled her hair and sank into the silent lurk; Her lips on the wings of my prospect began to blink As I held the lantern closer, and she began to sink I tamed the time and borrowed a kiss from her mouth, The wind froze the north of the east’s west, and the south--- I borrowed her kiss only to return when she would depart By dancing indolently on the ruins of my haunted heart.