My love and I went out to eat
as the snow fell to the ground.
We saw mistletoe hanging
from the café entrance.
A capital idea, I said, to celebrate the season.
The door closed on my poor big toe
when we were busy kissing,
enjambing metal into bone.
My present now is filled with pain.
But smooching makes it better.
Response poem to https://livingpoetry.net/2023/12/18/monday-poetry-prompt-capital-enjambment-mistletoe/
published in Garden of Neuro
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