With all the house lights dimmed,
I'm standing naked there - but for my sheepskin boots -
catching cheap thrills from the display
of the fiber optic Christmas tree.

Spending minutes lost in wonder - childlike -
tapping, flicking, shaking - the many lighted ends
to watch the momentary morphing shapes
while pulsing colors dimly light my flesh.

Caught in a trance, like watching flames
we're both compelled, our minds are lost
she taps, and flicks, and shakes as well
while pulsing colors dimly light my flesh.

This simple thing delights our minds,
she, fully clothed - me, just in boots.
We're both transfixed upon the tree,
while pulsing colors dimly light my flesh.