Every year I get stuck posting on February 14th on this blog. Me. The one who doesn’t like Valentine’s Day. The romance writer who spends pages and pages establishing a cozy happily ever after who would rather be at home on her couch than on some romantic Valentine’s Day date. The woman who wants to be loved every day, not just one day in the middle of winter.
Due to the fact that I don’t want to spoil anyone’s holiday – even if it is some sadistic attempt to measure love in candy and flowers and fancy dinners – I’ll just post a romantic poem. How’s that? Okay? Good.
Chance Encounter on a Winter’s Night
Snow flutters on the icy breeze,
winter fairy dust,
white and sparkling
like an Arctic dream
in the black night.
Faces turned toward the sky,
chilled angel kisses
fall on rosy cheeks,
fall from the heavens.
All is not lost.
A fire builds
in lonely caverns,
once deserted and dead,
devoid of the rhythmic drum
of human hearts.
spills to dead zones,
awakens the primal need
Hands reach out
as the white world whirls dizzily.
Contact is made between lonely souls
under the dim glow
of a city streetlight.
like water on asphalt
in the cold of a winter’s night,
But in the tight circle of electric sun,
the right words are exchanged.
Hope your Valentine’s Day is everything you hope it to be.
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