Ash Valentine Wednesday
My funny valentine
with love in his eyes,
cinders on his forehead
and a full-moon heart
stuck in red waxing
someday to fill the sky.
My funny valentine,
bringing roses, chocolates
are ashen looks;
last night we danced free at Carnival
but now remember
the heavy steps to come.
My funny valentine,
my life till death
departs for other lands.
When his face I gaze upon
how long I wonder
how long before he returns
to make a home with me.
My funny valentine.
The letters I write him
on the underside of wings
rest warm against the breast
of sleeping doves and cardinals.
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