The Shadow of Valentine

Let the poem speak for itself.

Sidle in Valentine’s shadow

Grope at concrete that falls away when you touch it

 

Crevices in your plane taught me ambition

Beckon me closer with the light from your caves

 

Flit about my presence

I hang onto a silhouette

 

The golden threads design a halo

Bits of light travel with each caress

 

I saw you amid two stages of existence

And I knew what I had known

 

The vapor of your breath left its mark on my neck

When the Atlantic swayed between us

Depth lives not at sea but in our heads

 

It cannot all be worthless

If Imagination’s dance mixed the scent that won me you

 

The cynic you see is merely a mama bear

To the hopeless romantic nestled inside

 

Bad is but tough if the thought of you is at my side

I look yet only find you when I am least awake

 

Your hands drink in mine slowly

I vanish into wholesomeness

I am too weak to drown you and is that bad

When you nearly drowned me?

 

For how many hours and days have I sat there and tried

To repaint the image I first molded of you?

If I had a photo, I would still look only at the one in my head

 

If I am one day to meet you, by then

Fantasies will have buried the dream in a trance

Author's Note

Let me know what you understood from this piece, and if you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[MySecretMuse]

This was written so pretty!! I love how you incorporated so many elements, like light and dark, and romance, too!! Good job on this one.

[Judith Blum]

Thank you so much!