A minty ball of air
that was her candy cane breath
filled the space between us.
Her warmth was welcomed
from the frigid seat
that was in the back
of her 94' Pontiac.
It proved to be
a magnificent scene
for a Christmas affair.
Innocent as an angel,
crooning the songs they new well.
You came so naturally
like the desire to have more.
Your brown hair
as precious as a reindeer's
coaxed me so deviously
into running my fingers through it.
But alas,
you had on a hat,
so I threw it on the floor
of your Pontiac 94'.
There it lay to this day
because you exist
no more.