This magic
Parades nude
With only Christmas bells
On the ten tapping toes
Painted a lovely shade of peach
Climbing up chalk hills
…leaving behind little soft reminders
She reaches the top
And calls out with a graceful yodel
Which echoes silver in the frosty air
And I can now hear her
Clear
For the first time
As silent crowds gather at the
Foot of the mountain
With mouths agape
And fingers pointed
Up
This dear girl
Can really
Bring it home
And standing on top of the world
Confessing her true love ways
She is all licorice and giggles
Which leaves me
Bending at the waist
Laughing
Uproariously
If I didn’t
Fear the heights
I’d
Be along side of her now
Shouting out
But I am lowered down on the bed
Alone
Simply looking
Skyward
This magic
Frivolous affair
Has got me smiling
Ear to ear
As she begins her gentle descent
Back home to me
Where sex will be number one on the long list
Of things to do
Now that she has returned from
The hike to end all hikes
And I’ll melt by her frigid feet
Reading her love notes
And couplets of joy
This is fine
This is good
And I will sleep inside of her
With a grin and popcorn warmth
Magic…a man can live his whole life
In this delightful cocoon
And Lord knows
I will
Not leave her side again
I will tend to her
(I’ll say it again)
I will tend to her
And I am out of my tree
Probably but
She just blows me raspberries
With a wink and a tossing of her hair
Magic again
really?
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