For Jimm, because he didn't want a card
Not my valentine
All the things in poems
Breathless kiss, young (firm) love
Are not the stuff that days are made of
After you have forsaken all others
Chocolates don’t celebrate the man
Who loves me when I’m sick
And ugly
When I’m mean and don’t love him back
Because he didn’t pick up the milk
Cards don’t tell the story
Of coffee in the morning
And caring about Maddie’s grades
Untucking your shirt because
That’s how I want it
No need to slay me a dragon
When you have sat in an airplane
Sedated
For my week on the beach
And no love song stirs my soul
As much as the sound of you snoring
Next to me in bed, a big warm body
Every night, that’s my valentine
All the things in poems
Breathless kiss, young (firm) love
Are not the stuff that days are made of
After you have forsaken all others
Chocolates don’t celebrate the man
Who loves me when I’m sick
And ugly
When I’m mean and don’t love him back
Because he didn’t pick up the milk
Cards don’t tell the story
Of coffee in the morning
And caring about Maddie’s grades
Untucking your shirt because
That’s how I want it
No need to slay me a dragon
When you have sat in an airplane
Sedated
For my week on the beach
And no love song stirs my soul
As much as the sound of you snoring
Next to me in bed, a big warm body
Every night, that’s my valentine