valentine I
roses are
red
other colours too I don't give these to you.
but a spoon,
stainless steel, like your heart.
no mark can imprint on your perfection.
hard to scratch or dent. solid and true.
shiny eyes,
concave beauty reflected
and your love salt tears can be collected
in the scoop. darling, but never tarnished.
no chocolates.
milky white or gooey centres.
no. I don't give these to you.
no. I don't give these to you.
I give you
a oh, ladle to cradle your heart
a magnificent organ that sets you apart.
violets
are blue (in fact they're purple)
I don't give these to you
I give you
a shiny food server of metal
and then we can sip champagne from it my petal
bunny cards, no coochy coo I won't give these to you.
cutlery kiss. I will wet the spoon with saliva, part of me to you. lick it up or kiss it back. a useful tool. for those times when you need to eat trifle or soup. custard or ummm.... yogurt...the spoons too big but hey...
I think
it quite grand that my pressie to you
is not only splendid but practical too.
lar dar
dar dee dar … lar lar dee dar-ar … dway ba da ba dar ba dar
Please be my valentine.
© Belinda R. Harris-Reid 2004
