At midnight we touch
a nerve and recall passion.
She instilled in him
the lines of an ancient
poem he had written
which lies
somewhere about the house.
For maximum futures
in the good vein
he kissed the woman
who hovered near him
and the year began
who smiled
and that was it.
a nerve and recall passion.
She instilled in him
the lines of an ancient
poem he had written
which lies
somewhere about the house.
For maximum futures
in the good vein
he kissed the woman
who hovered near him
and the year began
who smiled
and that was it.
