Contemplating life
and pondering my pleasures,
I see my need to be needed,
My desired to be desired.
And yet my longing is to snuggle
In the arms of a lover,
To become one with her,
To rest in her presence
Not running away.
To cherish each moment
here now to stay.
It’s not what’s under the tree,
It’s not even those who gather
around the tree, Although
each is precious.
It’s about that snuggle,
Where the light of your candle
Melts my cares away
It’s not the biting of the throat!
The claiming of the prize!
But the snuggle, within the
Arms in which I lay
