a valentine is less like a bullet
more bulletin or amuse bouche
or the few minutes in an elevator
standing as close as necessary
or alone in an embrace finally
ascending into a first kiss
a valentine is what you hope
you never have to receive
if it means you have to let
go of it your frayed heart
wrenched out of your body
flying around the room
free as love at last
1 comment:
I thought of Warhol balloons at the end. Somehow those mylar ones that...might...be a heart.
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