I Will Eat Twelve Grapes Just Before New Year Midnight Poem by Ravi Kopra

I will eat 12 grapes just before midnight
as they do in Spain to sweeten their love

I will listen to the distant steeple bells
ringing 12 times at midnight in my town

I will then blow 12 kisses in air to my love
who is coming to see me from Spain by plane

To be with me in the winter this year.
Damn! it is so freezing cold these days

Words get frozen in the air, I cannot hear
My pee gets frozen stiff in the air

Like a white bent stick it curves down there.
Water turns into ice I cannot drink

Air turns so thick I cannot breath.
I will make an igloo of ice, I think

And we will spend our winter inside there
Each moment in warm warm love together.