Watch the stars fall down
a metronome guiding through
the electric buzz.

Your name is music
pronounced as a French kiss
my tongue dancing over your
mountainous syllables
and bringing your mouth
close to my ear
to whisper its secrets.

I look back
and see this person
she's making herself quite useless
and there is a thorn
in one paw, yes, but
the other just flutters
and calls for help
she doesn't want help
or she'd help herself.

The bells are ringing
Christmas, class, alarm clocks
singing 2010 to sleep
bringing us closer to
a brighter new time,
another chance to love, fail, succeed
a clean white fog to cover the ***** snow
and the blood on our boots
I hear them ringing
and I sit beneath mistletoe
waiting for Lady Luck
to give me a new year.