The Mistletoe
She wants me to kiss her under the snow
Feelings that are beneath the mistletoe
Brilliant the white snow comes on down tonight
Into my eyes that brings me inner sight
The Christmas tree expands my expression
There’s not a piece of empty oppression
I pucker up my lips for a grand show
A heartfelt elation with all I know
I hear sleigh bells in distance coming near
Is that Santa in the back, in the rear
The bells come from my girl’s every heartbeat
That comes from her tender soul on the seat
Now her whole self being was made to flow
So we can kiss under the mistletoe
Russell Sivey
Contest: any poem goes #6
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12/23/2013
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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