Sunday, February 14, 2016

On Valentine's Day / Recall

On Valentine's Day

Even the red of roses seems brighter.
So does the diamond ring.
But nothing, nothing beats
Your smile.

So I gift you nothing.


One fine thread of your hair
astray on my palm, curly
like a question mark,
then loses itself in the drift.

Tiny hinge etches a corner
of your lips, trails a closing door:
what it is you are hiding,
not letting me in?
An almost sensuous twang
lacing your every word
once a flu bug hits, lock ears
eager to pick.

If only I have turned
to that page you want me to
read myself silent
lines you left behind.

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