Whoever Wants It Valentine (To Jess)

I’m waiting
for the lines
to come to me
the way the world
is waiting for a god
any god
to come to it
to save it
from itself
(the cushions are still
dripping from last
night’s rain)
except that now
my penmanship’s
improved I’ve
nothing to send
you but an
empty page
whereon I’ve
written so much
love and thanks
there’s no room
left for words.