Valentine Gift

Heart Fragments

Crimson poetry
My heart is like a poem
the fibres of dark lines
bind odd imaginations;
sturdy muscle pulses
inky words around my body.

Mirage
He's over there, in the desert distance,
and I will wait him out; the blue-eyed
man strong enough to fold me in his
arms with neatly laundered creases.

Please
Don't be fooled by that bastard
Mr Cupid Valentine,
he has smarts enough to perplex
Professor Stephen Hawking.

Shereen Abdallah ©

From Sky Trees 2017