Sunday, February 14, 2010

Funny Valentine

     Tiny bursts of laughter
succeeding the aromas of his fingers
            my face
my body lingers within his kiss
my heart searching through pages of the past
coming alive in the present
fighting the pleats of preceding tears
Frankie’s You Go To My Head plays in milieu
               And then I know
                          too good to be true
                          for an average girl like me
But in that moment
That evening
        I was his Funny Valentine
                And he sang to me
I held on to the tremor of his final note
     the quaver of the last kiss goodnight
but as his fingers retreated from my skin
his scent                          lingering still
we craved for more of what neither of us knew
           gazed in each others eyes and smiled
    The tiny burst of laughter
succeeding the aroma’s of his fingers
    pushing me away
                                      for good.


  1. Beautiful, sad poem.

    I wanted to offer you a quick congrats--I just gave you a One-Minute Writing of the Day award for your response on 2/25. Thanks so much for participating in my blog!

    -C. Beth
    The One-Minute Writer

  2. Wow! This is awesome writing!! Look forward to being one of your followers!