Valentine

Words brought to life Must be the result of feeling something Blasted out like mortar Like stormy wind True expressions cannot be bottled Skim across the calm Like a flat stone Time tumbling behind Voice, the tongue of each droplet But what if I’m numb What if one arm is busy pulling things to me And the other arm is left to keep myself afloat causing me to swim in circles Don’t touch me with a whispered question Don’t slap me with an audacious commandment Can I find someone to blame? Slowly I sink with one arm held behind my back Hand grasping a dagger, or is it a valentine Your arms extended, hands eager To receive