We make midnight a maquette of the year:
frost light glinting off snow to solemnize
the vows we offer to ourselves in near
silence: the competition shimmer wise
Of champagne and chandeliers to attract
laughter and cheers: the glow from the fireplace
reflecting the burning infrared pact
between beloveds: we cosset the space
Of a fey hour, anxious gods molding our
hoped-for Adams with this temporal clay:
each of us spacious for shining or
rash enough to think sacrifice will stay
