On a day designed by Hallmark
no one can get away
from Love as a candy conceit.
But Love includes shouting,
snow, joy beyond words, doubting,
sullenness, sleeplessness, play
and afterplay, nausea, no heat,
and more twists than any amusement park.
We haven’t been inside a grocery store
for so long they might be obsolete.
I forget how it feels to be in a cafe.
The more we’re together the more we withdraw
to neutral corners. There’s no law
that mandates Love must be sweet
24/7/52. Love’s not gold leaf sorbet.
But, yes. Everything we are and more.