You Are My Favorite Holiday
You are my favorite holiday,
you make me feel
a festival of lights
when our lips spark together.
You light
the candles
at the red window of my heart,
behind the glowing window
a boy still smiles.
The depression
packed in my white bones
like snow
thaws at your warm fireplace touch.
You give me hope,
making me feel
that the resurrection of my saving grace
is near.
You are my favorite time off
with clothes off,
as my teeth meet
the cinnamon of your lower lip.
You are my favorite holiday.