The shock
of firecrackers
lit on New Year’s Eve;
while we drink champagne.

And I,
falling asleep at your breast,
dream.

Of new beginnings;
and birthing stars.

The cleavage near my face,
beneath your firm embrace,
a cup of passion, and of lust.

Hurry, we mustn’t
worry; or we’ll drown out
the lightning and the fire in the sky.

And I;
will kiss you before God.
and pray love lasts until death.

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