I/we don’t really do Valentine’s Day. There’s not much point when you celebrate your love every day. Yes, I know. Puke.
Five or six years ago, in the early days of love, a friend put out a request for “little love poems.” He thought he might publish a collection.
So I challenged myself. I submitted ten tiny poems.
Nothing came of the project, and I stumbled across them this week. How fortuitous!
Here are three of my favourites:
Every time I toss my keys down to you
from my balcony
I feel like your Juliet.
Except we know how to live.
Remember when I learned morse code so I could tap secrets on your skin?
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You are my summer storm. When darkness falls you come on hot and heavy thrill me drench me leave me shiny then rumble off into the distance. I am made new by you.