no valentine

there's nothing worse
for a romantic soul
than a february
without a valentine.

so i put my heart
to paper with a kiss,
bought a stamp from cupid &
placed all my dreams
in mercury's hands.

who are you,
you gossamer, fantasy
woman in my life––
you golden feathered
bird of paradise?

we'll meet
touch hands &
i'll try to get
a glimpse of your heart––

the way souls touch––
the way souls make friends.

i swear by jove &
by the patron of valentines,
this is the truest love &
the best of all beginnings.