Marissa Wendolovske - End Of A Year

Mistletoe, tattooed to the back of my skull

Welcome home, chapped lips

Slapshot taught, «Might makes right,»

But that must be a lesson I have missed

Can I put my thumb down your throat?

Please, spit into my mouth

Don’t look to the door, dear

It’s cold out there, I fear

With report of a wintry mix

And here’s the twist:

I torched your coat

Kept my eye lid ajar and finally saw

What I now know best:

My body in motion most resents yours at rest

Can I put my thumb down your throat?

Please, spit into my mouth

Don’t look to the door, dear

It’s cold out there, I fear

With report of a wintry mix

And here’s the twist:

I torched your coat

Grandpa died on far-off frontlines

But that’s not the end for me

I much prefer warmth and the night to take its course

With your mouth around my tongue

Mistletoe, tattooed to the back of my skull

Welcome home, chapped lips

Slapshot taught, «Might makes right,»

But that must be a lesson I have missed