Justin Vivian Bond

New Years Eve 2016

Dearest,

At the other end of the night
there will be a band playing
songs only you know I like
and there will be cake
-yellow cake with pink icing.

There will be a fallen tree
covered with moss to sit on
or even lay down on
if the mood strikes
and most likely it will.

There will be no reason not to relax except a desire for some other
diversion.

The air will be fresh
and only slightly humid
-just warm enough
to make your skin glow
and rise to my touch.

Other people will come by
but they'll only stay for a pleasant amount of time
then they'll move on.

But you'll stay.
And I'll stay.

Because at the end of the night
time spreads itself out before us
like a soft blanket
awaiting our next move.

No rush.
No news.
Everything is circles
and breathing.
Scents
and textures.

No reportage.

An occasional feast of flora
where we remain.
Contained,
but not constricted.
Together
but not "as one."

No bravery necessary.
Presence assured.

Air.
Earth.
Fire.
Water.
Spirit.

At the end of the night we can rest.

But for now
hold my hand
and don't let go.

-by Viv