Valentine, Valentine

I hide behind a tree
and hold a cut-out of my heart.
You trip by, blush,
and play your part.
“Be my valentine.”
“Okay.”
(and please o please be mine)

I give the Hallmark gesture
and we both observe the act.
You slit the white
and read the scarlet fact.
“Be my valentine.”
“Of course.”
(and please o please be mine)

From Selected Poems 1967 – 2007 by Hudson Owen.

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