02.12.08
Not On Valentine’s Day
Send me flowers,
Wild, dainty lavenders,
the kind I press inside the pages I read –
les fleurs d’un livre, peach or blue roses,
Die blaue Blume – never red,
lest I deem you to have lost all imagination
and have become too trite.
Send me sweets,
They ought not to be expensive Godivas,
truffles, or coffee treats,
lest I scorn you for squandering good book-money.
Send me books,
Those from your own shelf and slightly tattered,
lest I question their value and readability.
Send me music,
lest I accuse you of being a stranger.
…and better yet, do not Send them,
Bring yourself instead,
but not on Valentines Day,
lest I think you were merely obliged to.
