Yours until Midnight
Bubbling wine passes by me and he's still staring
I can still feel his eyes piercing through me before they return to the crowds
There's something about the way he travels only to meet me in the middle
Like the honey ripe caramel running down my throat
From the incredible dip-drop chocolate desserts
He's the confetti thrown into my hair
Annoying sometimes but part of the ritual
He's moving from the crowds to me and stops
Giving elevator eyes to the chandelier adorned ceiling before returning his glance to me
A quiet hello is said to me by his deep rumbling voice
I don't answer until I know that no one is viewing in on anything but their own business
Hello yourself, I finally reply
He's smirking
But slight hurt can be traced through his swirling blue eyes
His fountain glass is patterned with finger marks
And is raised to his pink lips
He wets the upper ridge a little before taking a few sips
Still watching me all the while
I turn around and blush
He's such a tease
The clock is ticking on and on
Regardless of our needs to be here in this state and time
Forever
It doesn't occur to us that it has already been three or more so hours of this party
That when midnight reaches us in its dark grasp we will be lost to this moment
Dangled in time for only memories to hold
One minute until midnight
He is still near me
Watching like a lioness protecting her cub
He is making sure no one else approaches me
So that only he is near enough to reach
The ticking winds down to the final second...
Arms entangle around me and everything stops
The party doesn't as our paper hearts are thrown around and people cheer
But I'm only in the moment where he and I are in a bubble
Impenetrable to the others outside
Finally he lets go of me and doesn't say anything
I stare and him as he turns and disappears into the crowd
I'll always have this annual party and be the center of attention
If only his
And as he leaves through the front door
I'll rush to the window where the valet brings back his car
He'll turn once to give the young man a tip
Then look upward towards me
His mouth silently whispers
"I'm yours"
And I'll add
"Until midnight."
Fin
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Feeling kinda romantical. Plus x-mas specials are pissing me off. I'm a little worried about the New Year too so hopefully this has enough good intentions in it to rub off on me.
xms-poeticc