my stomach feels like the silly streamers
jumping around the living room.
the mistletoe had never been any greener
as i hadn't stared at it as long as this new year's eve
nor had i ever had the chance to be close to you.

your lips are red as if they had already been bitten,
as if i had already kissed them, but i walk over you still.
your eyes sparkle quite as much as the wine you had earlier
and the drinks i think have given me courage
to pull you by the arm give into this time of year
in 2015