She used to dread the month
The whole year spread before her
Wondering what it would bring
He changed the feeling one single day
Now her January has some meaning
Even if it never happens again
Sustained by a memory
That winter day their worlds collided
The impact of pleasure - and pain
They met; she thought a meeting of minds
Maybe it was the heat, the New Year fireworks
Though likely it was his velvet voice
Lying side by side he softly spoke
Philosophy, a story, his fantasy
His words taking her breath away
Was it planned, she thinks not
As the wolf howls to the moon, it happened
The closeness of a humid night in January
2009
18 November 2009
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