Ken's Poetry

Exploitation

I will catch you
under the mistletoe
with lips that ring bells,
the chant of carols
down the shopping malls:
break midwinter’s chill
with stars and baubles
chased through space by kings
grasping their pretty parcels
willing us to spend.
Let me swaddle you,
nurture you with wine,
crown you with sharp holly
deep in my soft settee
before the fir.
I have paid my druids
posted my cards
gifted my presents
written to Santa.
I am ready for you,
unwrap yourself.
Relax.