BORN OF A CHRISTMAS KISS




O Spark,
Born of a Christmas Kiss,
Alight with gentle feet.
Dance amidst the tinsel,
The lights, skirt about
The Christmas table, set
For the feast.

O Spark,
Born of a Christmas Kiss,
Set ablaze with tender fire,
The hearts of all who marvel
At your glow.

O Spark,
Born of a Christmas Kiss,
Quicken your bluish flame
Fluttering in the eyes of jealous lovers,
Yearning to be touched by you.

O Spark,
Born of a Christmas Kiss,
Extinguish not yourself
Till Love burns brightly,
Yet consuming not
Heart nor soul.

O Spark,
Born of a Christmas Kiss,
Envelop the air
With sweet potpourri,
The fragrance of love,
Till the night is ravished
By the morning sun.

O Spark,
Born of a Christmas Kiss,
Sing feverish melodies,
Refrains of passion, a never-ending
Cadenza of our hearts’ delights.

O Spark,
Born of a Christmas Kiss,
Flash, flame, but flicker not,
Till the lips that bore you
Gently extinguish you
With yet another kiss,
A kiss whispering good night; sleep,
My love, till we awake from our dreams,
Searching for one another,
Ready to set our hearts ablaze once again.

O Spark,
Born of a Christmas Kiss.








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