Meet Me Under the Mistletoe

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.

Mistletoe by Paula Bailey

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 clandestinity

Follow me to the threshold
To commit love’s rite
Let our lips speak words untold
The story plain in view, withheld from sight

Catch 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 wit

Meet 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 fears

Meet me under the mistletoe.

 

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