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Valentine
Not a red rose or a satin
heart.
I give you
an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown
paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of
love.
Here.
It will blind you with tears
Like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of
grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a
kissogram.
I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss
will stay on your
lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding
ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your
fingers,
cling to your knife. |
