Very close, the holiday season

We are new and naked, a house open to the world, and
I do not think the novelty of it will ever wear off—this is
Christmas Eve, all the beauty of almost bright like glass.

The air is redolent of last month's failures. Unlock the door,
Let the fresh year in. I will play a song to the cold and
Submerse myself in louche fantasies, heart drumming
veins wondering.

Do you-do you realize what you are holding in your arms? Answer
Is: someone who does not understand the concept of limitations,
Flighty as a migrating bird, face shaped like a mistake.

Truth be told I care nothing about honesty or being
Honorable, just could not bear to see rejection
Ribboning from your pretty mouth. My dear,
Hold me as a corset does a woman's torso.
Say you'll love a liar.