The Goldschläger Kiss

There is mistletoe
and cookies, chocolates, balls of rum
I squeeze a chocolate in my hand
heat of my tension melting the morsel
Lick my fist and watch the people,
Wonder if I should run.

There is mistletoe
and eggnog champagne Goldschläger rum
People laughing – and I smile
till my jaws are bruised
And step from room to room
(there’s only two)
In that cage of a party
Small talking old enemies.

Look, it’s cinnamon
With little gold flakes!
And there’s mistletoe – above my head
And the girl of the snaggletooth
and the nose in the sky
and the ignoring of me
Wants to taste the Cinnamon.
And she comes over and gives me
A Goldschläger kiss.