Holidays make me at once pensive and fanciful.
There are sequins on my dress that flash with sudden color as I walk.
If you were here I would kiss you at midnight.
I am careful with champagne because it goes quickly to my head.
It makes me think that I am much subtler than I actually am.
I would look for too long, and you would know.
That is the hitch: I am nearly always careful.
If you were here, and I weren't careful, I would definitely kiss you.
If you were here, and I weren't careful, or I were someone else-- or perhaps myself but more confident, myself more reckless--and if you weren't married,
If some of those things,
I would kiss you.
So for the sake of principle, it's good you're not here,
because there's a good chance I would ask you to help me ring in the new year with a sin.
