New Years Day

New Years Day

"I will be with you again," U2- New Years Day
"We'll drink a cup of kindness yet for days of Auld Lang Syne" Robert Burns- Auld Lang Syne

I walked, a little unsteady, out of the lead counselor's office and went to the bar. The bartender looked at me. "Black Stuff?" he asked.

"No, another red wine," I said, a bit breathlessly. He sat the glass in front of me and I sipped it, trying to compose myself. I had made my way through half a glass when my counselor met me. He was beautiful in a black silk blend suit and white shirt and red tie.

"Have you been waiting long?" he asked in his soft voice.
"No," I said. "I just got through speaking to the lead counselor."
"And were able to calm him?" he asked.
"Maybe?" I said. I really couldn't say that I had. I really had very little recall except I was a little breathless and troubled, as I always am when I am around the lead counselor.
"I am sure you did what you could," said my southern counselor in his soft voice. I hoped I hadn't done everything I could. "What are you drinking?"
"House red?" I said. He looked at the bartender.
"She is drinking Chateau Margaux," said the bartender. "The bosses personal cellar."
"Bring her a bottle then," he said casually. He led me over to the booth. I looked at the throne. He was sitting there, waiting for Fairy I presume. He looked over at the lead counselor.
"Well, at least he is sitting his throne," said my counselor.
"Fairy is spending the New Years with him," I said. Ginger came to our table, a fresh bottle of Margaux in a bucket of ice and two bottles of my counselor's libation. He poured me another glass.
"I'm glad you could spend the New Year with me," he said. I looked into his wonderfully cobalt blue eyes.
"Are you really?" I said.
"Of course," he said. "You know how fond I am of you."

Fairy walked into the bar about that time. She wore red, which was good. The lead counselor liked women who could wear red. She walked up to his dais and he handed her up and guided her to sit in the chair beside him. There were women and men all over the bar staring at her, envying her.

"Let's go to your house?" I suggested.
"Don't you want to dance with me?" he asked.
"There is no law that says I can't dance with you at your house," I said.

Fairy and the lead counselor were content to sit and watch the dancers in the bar. He ordered with a flick of his fingers a bottle of Dom Perignon, and opened the bottle himself and poured Fairy a glass of the champagne. After she had drunk a glass, he took her on the dance floor. It was a slow song, Slave to Love, and he pulled her very close to him.

"I am so glad you are here," he said.
"I am glad to be here with you," she said breathlessly.
"Have you made your New Years resolution yet?" he asked.
"No," she said.
"Make your resolution now lover," he whispered, burying his face in her neck.

The fire was roaring in my counselor's parlor. He had put on his stereo and he were swaying to some low piano music. I think it was Debussy's Claire de Lune. I was staring into his face, looking into his eyes, my fingers in his hair. "Can I ask you for something?"
"What Sweetheart?" he asked, his hands, so wonderfully articulate, soothing me.
"Can you leave me my memories?" I breathed. He smiled at me and bent his head closer to me.

At the lead counselor's house, Fairy was feeling herself breathless. After the dance, he had led her out to his car and he had driven very fast to his house, driving as though he were racing the sun. She watched him and his determined face and there was a part of her that wanted to touch him, but if she touched him, she knew he would cast his gaze upon her and if he did that she might simply die right there.

He parked and opened his door and came around and handed her out of his car. He led her to his door and opened the door and ushered her inside. He followed her. She turned to him and he gathered her up in his arms. He held her tightly almost too tightly. He kissed her and then looked at her.

"Tell me, are you mine?" he whispered. She looked at him, trying to gather her thoughts.


"Yes, I will leave you to remember what happens," he said to me. I put my arms around his neck and laid my head against his silent chest.
"This is what I have always wanted," I said.


"Yes, yes, " said Fairy, her voice thick with emotion and desire. "I am yours."

10, 9, 8, 7,

If there was a struggle against what was happening, you would never know it. If there was a doubt, it was a mystery. There was only desire and affection and hope and expectation and excitement and lust.

6, 5, 4, 3,

And the old year was being shed, like a suit of clothes, and the past was colliding with the future, like two warm bodies in rapture. And there were no doubts, no fears, no hesitating.

2, 1....

And a kiss, an unbelievable kiss, the deepest kiss you have ever had and then all fades in heat and passion and lust and even love and surrender.

Happy New Years