We tangled
our fingers together
As wayward
tree roots in the soil

We planted
kisses
In questionable
places

We blushed
beautifully

A small parcel
Rambled on quietly
Through the national postal service;

A small box
Wrapped up in brown butcher paper and
Endorsed with a secret
Fictive script;
A singular word
Yet to be relearned.

So I laid it gently
Beneath the lit Christmas tree
And found myself
In a wakeful dream
Wandering slow beneath the scattered flakes
Breaking past the pines

Pondering.

I slip on ice;

I ever fall

For dangerous eyes.

She demanded attention

While

Silently

Begging understanding;

Wherein

I failed.

I see the multicolored Christmas lights:

A kaleidoscope galaxy

Glittering in your wide eyes.

You are taken with wonder,

And so am I.