So many readers have asked me to repeat this ‘alternative Christmas story’ poem that I could hardly refuse.
I’ll be posting a new poem for readers of both blogs on December 24th and 25th and another on January 1st. Until then, enjoy rummaging the archives, and here’s wishing you all as much peace and love in your lives as there is to be had...
A CHRISTMAS STORY
Standing close to me in the queue,
buttocks pressing on my groin;
my sex aroused, I could but surf waves
of desire, tumbling like blond
highlights in the long brown hair;
if I’d stuck out my tongue,
it would have brushed the pale neck
gracing a denim shirt collar
like down of an angel’s wing making
moves on my heart’s reawakening
Moving forward in the queue till just
us pair, a lump in my throat hard
and throbbing like an erection (that, too)
as in craters of a full moon I made
frantic love…to you; a taxi pulled up
alongside us, your turn to vanish
into a darker side of town. You casually
asked if I’d care to share, and I could
but nod, anxious to pursue those highlights
in your hair just about anywhere
In the back seat, leg pressing against mine,
we gladly revealed our names - and
more. It was time, we both knew, to stop
playing games, answer a question
in the wing mirror’s eyes as the taxi
pulled up outside your door;
It was now or never. I yielded to temptation,
said ‘yes’ without further hesitation;
if only a one-night stand, I was well hooked,
my place in your bed long since booked
Our Christmas goose all but cooked...
Copyright R. N. Taber 2007; 2011
[Note: This poem has been slightly revised from an earlier version that appears in 1st eds. of Accomplices To Illusion by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2007; 2nd ed. in preparation.]
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