ANYTIME BUT
VALENTINE’S DAY
It is simple, just
say, ‘I love you”,
On every day of the
year.
Valentine’s Day is
the prostitute of love,
Selling itself for a
chocolate or some card.
It cannot begin to
fill the need to shove
A heart into the next
dimension or discard
Reason for a chance
to snuggle closer.
A Valentine’s Card
will never replace
Warming the bed on
her side
Or light the smile of
her special face
Or fill the void when
NOW
Consumes both our
hearts.
So, friend, warm the
bed on her side
All year, after the
commercial smarts
Sell their
thirty-second, joy-juice ride
They call “LOVE”.
For love is a soft sell.
Yes, I said, “Soft,”
like a whisper,
Like a lingering
reminder that she is well
And safe and near
and…hell, kiss her
Any time except
Valentine’s Day.
It is simple.
Omitting that
commercial day
While honoring all
the others
Is a special way
To say, “I love you.”
Read her this
Sanskrit poem:
“Although I conquer
all the earth,
yet for me there is
only one city.
In that city there is
for me only one house:
And in that house,
one room only,
And in that room, a
bed,
And one woman sleeps
there,
The shining joy and
jewel of all my kingdom.”
It is simple, just
say, “I love you.”
