February 14^th.

Amid the clatter

Of coffee cups and

Chocolates,

Rustling paper and

Bracelets,

The ooos and awhs

The roses and

The silken things,

Red satin sheets

And sexy blues,

Are thoughts of

Those infiltrating

Dreams,

Holding imagination

In magnetic palms,

Opening passage

Ways to passion

Not meant for

Human beings,

Walking barefoot

In the deep of night

Into the trees,

Weaving threads of

Love through the

Seams

 Holding time

And other worlds

Together.

Stephen Nesbitt ©