a valentine may relax
keeping a tall space for a long kiss
in a dark drawer with a light stain
for a rainy day or a dry spell
for any man of woman
something celtic could remember this
something Shelley-
suspended in finger paintings
radiant vipers
like one hand laughing
at a naked rose
as any man
of woman

And ( gathered at myself like an accident )
all of me wonders 'who died?'
arbitrarily breathing
my last
then to suddenly and hopefully
love all things
like any man
of woman

i read your horoscope...
i make our bed
to break
our fall.
to break the
news.