We waited for the
ambiguous space
between
the “1” and the
“Happy New year!”
forgetting again
that it’s all a facade
a mirage
a human made
fob
globs on
thickly and lusciously
like chocolate cake frosting–
Nice in theory
But an
eventual killer–
My body told me not to force it
so I slept almost through
awoken for a splendid hug
the deeper meaning spoken
with the eyes
enough for me and the baby
She’s quite happy I think
to have chosen me
and received those
kisses.
nightshiftsister 