Christmas Eve, 1945, a poem by Dan Wilcox at Spillwords.com

Christmas Eve, 1945

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Christmas Eve, 1945

written by: Dan Wilcox
@Dwclx

 

How I love your round belly, heavy
like a fruit cake beneath the tree.

You sit tucked in your flannel robe
deep in yourself in thought and dream.

The red and green and yellow lights
are reflected in your hair, your eyes.

You wait for me, feeling me
tumble, the weight growing larger

stretching you, changing you forever
floating there, nestled, like

the red and green and yellow candies
cooked in the moist sweetness of cake.

Dan Wilcox

Dan Wilcox

Dan Wilcox is the host of the Third Thursday Poetry Night at the Social Justice Center in Albany, N.Y. and is a member of the poetry performance group "3 Guys from Albany". As a photographer, he claims to have the world's largest collection of photos of unknown poets. His book Gloucester Notes is from FootHills Publishing. He was recently named one of the 2019 Literary Legends by the Albany Public Library Foundation & he is an active member of Veterans For Peace. You can read his Blog at DWX.
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