Mistletoe and Midnight
jessica k. shannon
it's always been a mystery
a veiled valentine;
a holiday package
never opened in time.
ice cream with no flavor,
a love song with no rhymes.
a dainty, pretty slipper
not of the glass kind.
questions go unanswered,
as the years crawl by.
pixie dust is waning,
leaving tears in their stride.
the glitter of a new year
blazes through the sky,
perhaps this masqueraded moment
will finally be mine.
but for now there's
no kiss. never kisses.
under mistletoe or midnight.
