By Mike Anderson Date: 10 January 2000
confetti flutters slow lit atop the glass supple lips aglow kisses come to pass not as time, you see so quick to leave so quick to flee as the glimmer on the rim becomes glowing bright then permanently dim dark as the night your lips press against crystal covered wine heat overcomes; amidst your body against mine nothingness whispered into your ear the old disappeared starting new this year