A dozen red rosescruised past on the passenger seat
of a red convertible, top down,
drunk on fast air with more kick
than baby's breath
and I thought of valentines, all those
lacy hearts tied up with satin ribbons,
and my own heart, a bloody smooth muscle
bouncing about inside my ribcage
like those flowers without a seatbelt.
Today love is on everybody's lips;
the rain tastes of champagne
and kisses,
full, wet kisses for every
man woman child each shaggy animal
who will lift a face up to the sky
and drink it in.
Now is the time to drive
with the top down
to deliver fresh and dripping
the valentine roses.
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