Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

Champagne bubbles kissed my nose, 
reminding me of last night’s French kiss. 
I lost her in the crowd, my dark-haired beauty. 
Please God let me find her.
With no chance of hailing a taxi,
tenacious is now tattooed on my brow.
With a grimace on my face, 
I turned my collar up to the sound of fireworks. 
My red mustache dripping rain on my chin, 
flustered, pushing my way through the crowd 
trying to find her. I need a second kiss. 
One will not quiet the caterwaul, 
the silent howling in my head.
Why had I let her slip from my hands?
A New Year's gift from the Gods I must find…


©AnitaDawes2022