Sunday, November 25, 2012

Love and the Holidays

I heard recently that the odds of finding romance improve during the holidays as people reassess their lives (probably while seeing family gathered together). I can see the rationale behind that notion; people want to share these special moments with someone and hope to be treated with mutual affection. Hopefully it's more than wanting a partner to show off at your side at the holiday dinner table (though I imagine some families apply pressure every year that seat stays empty).

On the flip side I think some of us might be afraid to start dating someone during the holidays because of the pressure. If you bring a new date around for turkey dinners, exchange gifts, and kiss them on New Year's Eve, does it mean they are "the one"? The holidays might chase people away from each other and that can be a shame as well.

Maybe the solution is to find a different season to emphasize the finding of a mate. A time of year that is also of serious importance though not at all festive.

So don't worry about mistletoe; look for someone who can help you survive tax season! :-P

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away