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New Year's Day

In the middle, at the beginning,
somewhere between the heat and the
frozen (in time)...it was summer
again at midnight, all warmth
and skin, then the depths
of winter as you watched me go,
but we started...yes, love, we
began. It's 24 degrees and falling
and I'm still falling
and you always catch
my eye, like the plastic glasses
caught champagne while smoke
drifted up like a prayer;
we were dizzy with it,
enraptured and overflowing,
fireworks bursting - all light
and heat and reminders
to live in the moment,
to cherish the time,
to savor and burst
and renew.

2 Jan 18

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