Magic falls from the sky
in starry white specks,
landing on the rainbow lights
wrapped around the tranquil pines.
You arrive cold and shining,
magic on your coat,
in your black hair,
sparkling in your gingerbread eyes.
I take your coat
as you run for the kettle:
“want hot chocolate?”
you say as you prepare two mugs.
“It's almost midnight,
and I forgot the mistletoe.”
I confess as you dim the lights,
the candles warming the darkness.
The seconds tick by,
slowing as anticipation rises,
the year ending so suddenly,
the birth of something new.
You take my hand
as the last seconds pass.
I pull you in close,
and our lips meet in between.
-Zero
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