a kiss that we all knew

Keep pushing me in one direction,

where are we going?

you giggle and say nothing.

In an empty corridor,

no one's around,

except for the splashes

of christmas festivity.

Look at me,

but not quite.

Right above me,

a dangerous plant,

the only one not warned to kill

the Norse god,

the one whose death,

sentenced loki to poison,

and his wife to misery.

I say this,

and you look on,

exasperated,

but fond.

Pull me close,

promise me candy

(is this a bribe?)

and kiss me,

with your intoxicating scent.

Flustered and disoriented,

I do the only thing I know,

and follow you.