This one is a throwback (written in 2006), and one of the few instances I employed some rhyme and form with mild success. One of the featured poems I keep stapled to the site, it’s a good way to invite that admirer of yours a little closer this holiday season.
Enjoy.
Meet Me Under the Mistletoe
Meet me under the mistletoe
In the dim dark of secrecy
Where only our lips will know
Ironic truths ‘neath clandestinityFollow me to the threshold
To commit love’s rite
Let our lips speak words untold
The story plain in view, withheld from sightCatch me below the parasitic leaf
Forsaking the denial of truth
Let not the confirmation of suspicions be brief
Passion leaves little room for couth.Meet me under the mistletoe
Hold me in the candlelit quiet
Of admitting all they know
Eyes pleading, succumb to holiday whim and witMeet me under the mistletoe
With hushes dancing on our ears
We’ll sway this chance and give them a show
In a surrender of virgin fearsMeet me under the mistletoe.
Sharkey Speaks 