Christmas Day and the snow
Falls like a silent white wedding veil
Upon the fields, forests, and streets.
The guests have all gone
But echoes of the evening still
Ring through the remnants and debris.
Finally, just you and I, alone
As the fire burns low, removing the chill,
And old movies play silently on the TV.
Wrapped all in down
Your body, naked, is a thrill
For me to caress and see.
Love, full crimson like Santa’s coat,
Your lips long for me to tell
You of Abelard and Eloise.
Priest, philosopher, sinner whose
Devoted dame disciple
Conceived in mind and body
Astrolabe, the child born of Wisdom
And Beauty, who heralded their fall
From grace into the annals of poetry.
Forever the two are twined as one
In legends of love’s travail
And triumph over all enemies.