Valentine's

Lovers on swings swing surreptitiously
through open air in a child’s play yard.
Hands held hold presents exchanged,
presently smiles erupt lightning kisses,
a storm of love left pounding in the chest;
One day dedicated to showing love.

 

Empty swing set’s swinging cease,
lovers gone to unfathomable faces
walking soberly past a child’s play yard.
Hands held in pockets perfectly aligned,
Hollow sounds blow though the wind;

 

Other days past,
shouldn’t love be shown everyday?