A Valentine for all poets

[bronzeage]

I sent a cherub
softly whispering in her ear,
well crafted words to
induce seductive visions,
wicked dreams of my desire.

Playing cupid’s part
poorly, though he looks the role
of the winged archer,
mosquitoes fly just as well
and lack cherubim conscience.

The message was his
mission, but he betrayed me,
steadfast for my love,
and sang not my love song,
And murmured this caveat,

Mind words a poet
spins, a deceiving spell cast
to ensnare your heart.
When your beauty is lusted,
poets may not be trusted.

 

[Angeline]

Valentine to Summer

Her voice is rich
chocolate the years fall
like leaves blown asunder
when she sings ooh
baby, baby I fall
into you the Sun

heats the boardwalk,
the sand a blanket
in the deep under
shadows beneath

the stir and shout
you promise a sea to kiss
my ears, my lips

tell all the stars above
this is dedicated
to my July love.

 

[Pika_Reet]

Just lovely, Handsome.