One For Luck and Love
On rounding the corner
of the well lighted passage,
there were no ghosts,
no spooks, no Spirit of Harassment,
but instead stood a man.
Flesh bone and brain,
with earthen eyes, sun-stained.
At his aura I smiled devilishly
and to the pale stranger said I,
“Ought not you partake in this new age
of revelry and mire?”
To which the angel cordially replied, “Madam, to seek such asunder
would tamper the beast.”
Midnight chimed in the belfry,
and in a motion then,
we strangers kissed,
And a cry arose throughout the stay.
A cry that shared a unanimous sentiment.
It’s proposal was this,
the same as these simple words
exchanged through the kiss;
Happy New Year!
Be it filled with good luck,