Valentine

Not a red rose or a satin heart
I give you an onion

It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.

It promises light

like the careful undressing of love.
Here.

It will blind you with tears

like a lover.

It will make your reflection

a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a cute card or a kissogram.
I give you an onion.

Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,

possessive and faithful

as we are,

for as long as we are.
Take it.

Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,

if you like.
Lethal.

Its scent will cling to your fingers,

cling to your knife.
~ I like this poem. It defies convention.

It is not sentimental; it is blunt. But it is honest, and that makes it far

more beautiful, I think, than any gushy poem found in a red envelope.

 Roses are red, violets are blue...