December's red chambers
had little bells made of silver.
A celebrated black-out i call it,
till the following year's hustle period revives us back to the usual struggle.
It is a period to eat the fattened animals,
if you dont get your share, its nothing personal.
White and wet sheddings
falling from the sky un-ending.
So beautiful and warm a season,
lots of visits to be made
and gifts exchanged.
Wet and wild kisses amongst couples.
Sweet smothering at its peak at night.
Surrender and be engulfed by the wild fires.
Passion tastes like candy.
We'll do this
till day light finds us.