A Broken Present

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