Zamunda

New Years
A night to end all nights
And begin the rest
A celebration…

Of hair
So golden and fair
Radiating the beauty
Of her mind

Of eyes
Droplets of a green sea
Firmly shielding her thoughts
Delicately hunting her prey

Of lips
So full and red
Like satin pillows
On which to rest his troubled head

Of hands
Small yet wistful
Giving a blissful touch
Of pleasure or desire

Of love
The kind of love that stays
For minutes, hours, days
Or seconds

Yes, New Years is a celebration
Of that kind of love
Which goes nowhere
And stays everywhere