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 kissogram.
I give you an onion
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
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.
--Carol Ann Duffy
Although might not be the poem to read on valentine
but it's a pretty good description of the truth within.
--
Sir Arthur
Sitting in Rome, A Rat Talking Hurrying underneath reality.
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