christmas

winter, here,

 

snowflakes moulded

out of the fire

from our

thud,

thudding

hearts

turning hot

chocolate lukewarm

like hands

jingling and dangling

over a pine tree,

needles made out

of comfort

and compassion,

contentment

and the little pleasures

of tingling cold

turning

old freckles

gold

bold cheeks,

fiery red

 

you’ll pour

kindness threefold,

we’ll sing songs

untold,

a stream of golden

harmonies,

swaying to strums

of human souls expressed

by throats or

Instruments,

 

blissfulness

 

hold on to

aroma of sweet

savoury

book spines,

gold vines,

mug stained letters

woven into

sweaters…

exhale,

bonfire

and

inhale

soft

freshly

baked

tenderness of the moment,

 

 

sinking into leather sofas

caster sugar,

and the smell of christmas

 

open all your doors

let your souls dangle and waltz

the stage is all yours

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